He worships the ground she walks on. That raises some interesting questions. A god worshipping a mortal must break some universal rule. He's a god, what is the point of being a god if you can't break a few rules. He watches her as she goes about it her day. He watches as she bathes. He watches her prepare their meals. He watches her sleep. Strange how being in love breaks rules all on it's own. If they weren't in love he'd be the creepiest of creepers.
She lives to be with him. She works to pay the bills. She make the decisions she knows will make him happy. She dresses the way she knows he finds attractive. Overall she's every girl alive. If they weren't in love she'd be pathetic.
One day as he watches her he notices a wrinkle. This wrinkle doesn't make her unattractive to him. She could be as wrinkled as a pug dog and he would still love her. But, he pauses. She didn't have that wrinkle yesterday. It's okay that she's getting wrinkles. It's what happens after wrinkles that he's worried about. She is mortal. She is going to die and he is going to have to watch and not be able to help. That thought terrifies him.
She returns home and makes dinner. She waits for him but he doesn't come. She eats dinner in front of the tv. Bedtime comes and he's still not here. She goes to bed knowing she'll see him in the morning. Dawn breaks and there has been no sound from the god. The woman doesn't sleep at all. She wakes and takes a shower. She gets dressed and goes to work. What else can she do. Sadness and worry won't pay the bills.
Days turn into weeks which turn to years. She has fallen into a routine. Every day she comes home and cook dinner for two. Every day she eats hers in front of the tv. Every night she goes to bed alone. She no longer waits restlessly for him. Her body won't allow her to not sleep. Every night she dreams of him. Every dawn she wakes to an emptiness that will never be filled.
She knows he loves her. She never doubts it for a minute. She doesn't know why he stopped coming. She will wait until he's ready to come back. No other man will ever take his place in her life. He was the one meant for her.
After many years the woman dies. Her funeral is small. She doesn't have many family and fewer friends. All that is there is a Great Niece who barely knew her and a young handsome man. He smiles at the niece and asks her to have a drink with him. He tells her he was once close to her aunt. She taught him many things. The greatest lesson of all was that through all the worlds heartache and pain there is nothing stronger than love. It can not be severed by any, even the hand of a god. She taught him that facing the truth isn't the same thing as moving on.
I once thought love was a force in the universe. A power. Transcendent.
ReplyDeleteLove is an emotion. It's powerful, it can build a rut in our neuro-pathways, it can combine with other emotions, other emotions can disguise themselves as love, but in the end that's all love is. An emotion.
It is a motivating emotion to be sure, people do great things under it's influence, but not something that can never be severed, nothing that can save a life, link souls eternally, or even keep someone loved from in another's heart.
On the upside, it's also not a feeling that you can never feel again after it's been lost, nor is it an emotion you only feel for one person ever. Love is exhilarating. Love is amazing. It would be a mistake to lose a love and to think you could never feel it again, grow old and die because someone simply won't return.
Love should be stronger than fear. Love should keep someone from running away permanently (every one runs down the street sometimes). Sometimes though Love isn't strong enough on one side or the other or both.
Loving someone is never wrong, and one should never be afraid to love. :D
I agree, moving on doesn't mean someone has faced the truth. Or vice versa.
Peace,
Rich