The tale of a beautiful person who loved another

Seeing her, always, was like glimpsing at a ray of hope. It was always just a glimpse. It flickered in her eye, and an instant later it was gone. Their story is one that would not see an end. It played on through space and time, waging war, making peace, breathing, expanding, eternal. Waiting to see her was torturous. The anxiety, piercing, stabbed at the heart slowly, with precision and care to exact the desired amount of pain. It carried with it the weight of recollections from times long gone. In a parallel universe, she and him were making love every second of every waking hour, everywhere they were. Making love had very little to do with joining body organs in their narrative. Their two hearts sang the same song; it echoed between her body and his. In a parallel universe, everywhere she roams is where he most likely will be found. In this universe, he could only glimpse at her shyly. He could only hope that he's not going crazy. It felt insane to him that he could he be the only one who felt the knee-buckling electrifying sensations filling the air between them. She had a knack for leaving him feeling as though he was insane. The glimmer in her eyes betrayed every sign that what she, too, felt him was unmistakable. His phone rang.

He smiled. He knew she was smiling too. He imagined her eyes as she spoke. Her eyes sparkle, almost as though they are a pair of freshly shined collector's marbles. The skin around them crinkles up every time she smiles. They hide well the memories of times long ago, times that were not at all very pleasant. He had a knack for finding the hidden. He found her hidden truths, and he loved each and every one of them. There are times in each of our lives that serve us best whence placed in a box and buried at the farthest edges of the mind. We all have that experience. Her eyes spoke volumes of theirs. He knew they existed in many shapes and forms all over the universe; he had only ever experienced them with her.

"How are you doing?" He prompted an attempt at filing the air so it didn't feel so awkward. Telephonic communications tend to get awkward when there is dead air for too long.

"I am fine," she said. "How are you?"

He enjoyed the salutation jiggle they jugged every single time. Humans have strange routines. Ideally, simply smiling at someone would suffice as a meaningful and substantial greeting. Ideally, everyone on earth would be linked by some beautiful force of unyielding understanding layered with pots of love and oodles of affection that allows for mass telekinetic communications. In the there and then, there was her and him.

"I'm well, thank you." He kept it short, and waited. He knew her well enough to leave enough silence for her to fill. She loved filling the air, and he loved not having to do so.

"Listen," she said, sounding every bit as shy and awkward as what he felt. "I'm quickly going to do my hair, and then we'll go out. Is that fine?"

He agreed. He figured she was about to start doing her hair at that point, and so deduced that he would probably be waiting for an hour. She took her time working her hair. It was, he knew, one of her most treasured activities. It seemed to calm her. He had been allowed to sit in and watch as she did her hair once. He was mesmerized. It was brightly colored, with black streaks, soft and quite puffy. The phone went dead. He smiled.

Time didn't matter so much to him where he was. He knew he would see her. He knew that his heart would yet again skip a beat, and soar up into the heavens and just be. He knew that eventually, he would have to come back down, and that they would yet again have to part ways. He knew that even when together, she could not have all of him, and it killed him not being able to give her all of himself. She knew he was content with just a smile, maybe a kiss. She knew he only wished to be at her side. It hurt when she thought of how little she actually had to offer him. She resented herself for not being enough. He loved her for being there. It was enough for them both. Always, it was enough.

The world had its ways; they weren't the ways of Unconditional Love. Their kiss would be considered an act of infidelity. He knew this. In the realm of human beings, loving more than one person at a time was once considered taboo. Those who daringly shared in love and affection with many were considered bizarre, and oftentimes subjected to ridicule. Many of them were indeed bizarre and ridiculous; however, that is nothing to ever hold against a living human being. To unite in lust is to lay in a bed of lies. Life is all about secrets ... and lies.

Though his love for her was akin to no other, his heart had eternally sworn unto another; he had vowed - with all his heart and all his soul - to unite with her in Spirit all the days of his life. Of course, their relationship was short-lived in the human plane, however true love is eternal. He lived in a world which was not ready to embrace love unconditionally. In time, it did. Then, however, he was fucked. He was in a relationship with an incredible, intelligent, amazing person. His partner was his wife, his lover, and his life. So too, however, was she in every sense. He could not, try as he did, fall out of love with her. It proved an impossible task to fall out of love with such an incredible, intelligent person. He loved many people, and knew he would fall in love more still in his life. He was young. The years ahead would be plentiful, and with each was the promise of adventures beyond human conception through lands of mystic beings and esoteric wonders. It would be foolhardy to expect of one who lives for love and joy and happiness to not continue falling in love. Love was his nature. His life was a one-way ticket through the world of man, and it was looking blessed. He was grateful. He wished to share this with her too. And in between, he would share it with all who could see behind the veils cast by the Sage.

She had arrived. His eyes opened, his ears ringing to the sound of her car horn hooting at the gate. He got out of bed, slipped his naked self into his bathrobe and sleeply fumbled to the front door, where he opened the gate and let her in. She drove into the driveway to the front door where she stopped, briskly got out the car, walked up to the door where her lips flew into his. Her presence overpowered his senses. He felt weak at the knees, his mouth ran dry, his palms wet themselves, his heart pounded hard against his chest. His face spoke absolutely nothing of the thrilling sensations coursing through his body. He smiled. She smiled. A hug that was far too short, yet every bit as fulfilling as was expected from one so affectionate and warm as she. Soon, they were on their way. Together at last.