A Story Untold

All stories start at the first page and end on the last, but what happened in between wasn’t as predictable as that. You see, every story is different. Nothing is truly the same. And when I tell you there is a story about a boy and a girl, you must suspect them falling in love and having a happy ending. Yes, they did fall in love, but their story was rather tragic. Let me not speak too much of how this story ends and start at the beginning. In a small town lived a girl with big dreams. She promised that there would come a day when everyone would read about her adventures, instead of her just dreaming about them. Her mind spoke big, while her tongue stayed quiet. She loved unconditionally and always treated people with a kind heart. She craved intensity, fierceness, the power to move the stars and align them with words left unspoken. She itched for passion, feelings so strong she wouldn’t know what to do with them. And just like that, she received the curse shaped like a blessing…

One day when she was enjoying the sun out in the park, she met him. It was the sight of him that made her feel like she had finally found a home. And just like she saw him, he saw her. He was like a puppeteer, pulling the strings connected to the corners of her mouth, making her smile whenever she saw him. As if that wasn’t enough he blew out the fire, afraid to burn her, before putting the red hot coals in her eyes. Making her eyes glow when she looked at him, with the smoldering fire he so carefully put there. And every night, as she left, he’d be sure to put out the fire, before releasing her from the tight hug and letting go of the strings that had formed her lips into a perfect smile. They had spent many nights together staring at the moon, wondering if there was anyone staring back. And with each night they found something much more precious to look at within each other.

Nothing in the world could compare to what she felt when he looked at her like she was a miracle. Her laughter was like the first laugh of the first baby, unique and brilliant, something that had never befallen before. He was going to catch her laughter and put it in the old lantern beside his bed to cast a light into the darkness. So when the night fell no harm could visit his dreams.

His blue eyes pierced through her skin as he watched her put on his shirt. She buried her nose in the collar taking in the smell of his love still lingering within the cotton. Nothing could be heard when his magic charged hand wrapped around her stomach, as everyone held their breath in suspense. Even the birds in the little nest outside the window stopped their chirping and watched as the beginning of something beautiful unraveled.

It didn’t take long for them to start fighting. They clashed like lightning bolts creating sparks blinding their judgment. Strings of words lingered between their silent kisses. She screamed and she cried, while he was dying inside, but he would never let her go. And even though he infuriated her, burning her skin with anger, she knew she never wanted anyone else.

With every turn of the page, their story continued. Just as they thought they were at their last chapter, new pages appeared at the end of the book, adding to their story. For this, they could never know where their story would end. And for their love, they never wanted it to.

If only the birds, in the little nests outside the window, had listened close enough they had known what was buried deep underneath the timeline. They would have stopped their chirping to realize that it hadn’t been something beautiful that had unraveled that day. It was merely the beauty of what they were, but not their story. You see, a lot of stories can be absolutely wonderful, but it is the end that takes the whole story and turns it bad. But if people would only have listened to the exquisite part of the story they would have been completely and utterly enchanted. It would have been called a beautiful love story, a fairytale by some.

And if you don’t mind me pointing out. Fairytales are also adjusted nowadays because we all need to be taken away from the brutality of reality. We don’t want to know that Cinderella’s stepsisters cut off the back of their feet, trying to fit into the glass slipper. Or that Rapunzel was decapitated because she became a Christian and didn’t want to give up her newly found religion. People want to romanticize things because real life on its own is already pretty scary enough. If you just tell a story and leave the ending in the open air, just like fairytales, it’s and happy ending. Just stop at a time before things become bad and call it a happy ending. Folks don’t want to know what comes after that.

They fought, kissed, shared, loved unconditionally. The road that was lying ahead of them may have been treacherous, but when they did love, there was no mistake they loved passionately. Even though they didn’t last, or grow old together, to me, they were perfect lovers. Because to love fiercely and unmistakably, is what makes us want to love.