They were now both ready, not to begin from scratch, but to continue with a love that had survived for thirteen years in hibernation. They were no longer travellers without baggage. They were no longer twenty. They’d both been around the block a bit and had suffered without the other. They’d both lost their way without the other.
Each had tried to find love with other people.
But all that was now finished.”
― Guillaume Musso,
The grassy plain has become their bedroom and she was the only woman who’s laughter matched perfectly with his universe. When she said, his name she was his only antidote,he thought he needed her, she was the center of his universe and he would rather be lost; than be without her.Things change; fall turns into winter, and she was still the same woman but ,this time they felt disaster at their door.Sometimes pain comes when we least expect it, and sometimes we waste time starring at the past times before we realize our contentment with the present can bring disaster to our future.Love is strange sometimes,but peace is simple and maybe it takes blood to better appreciate water, and maybe it takes a scar to help us realize we suffered.She wore a white dress to their wedding and he wore a black shirt to her funeral, life came so fast.Life for him will never be the same but until he sat in a pub and finally cried, for first time in a while, he finally will think of himself at night under the stars listening to the ghost of their past.”I love you Susan,and I always will”. but for now he has a new journey ahead of him, off to Alaska to see the new things.
Years latter he then lived alone in the mountains to only hear, the rain patting his name on the windows.He loves life more now although Susan is Gone he found a new love `that was in the mother earth. He sat sat in the crisp cool fall air waiting for something. Then she came walking down the dirt road, there she was a woman that looked as pure as the moon herself. “Hello Robert” She needed him as much as he needed her, her name was Charlotte, she was stunning and maybe a little pale with green eyes.
“I missed this feeling,” he wrote in his journal, he loves her, and she lived with him until they died, in the rain together, at the age of eighty, unmarried yet alive.
To be continued: