Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Names are for Mundies


I fell in love yesterday.

I didn't know her name. Even now I can't really remember her face.

She was blonde. With waist-length hair. That I do remember.

I saw her naked. She was some sort of handmaiden or something. Maybe a slave to a lady or a duke. My memory about that is a bit blurry. Maybe she was not even really naked. But there was something Leia-ish about her. You know.

I asked her, you see. About whether she wanted for us to be in a relationship. In retrospect, I might have gone slightly overboard with it. I remember that I was in a kneeling - possibly even crouched - position when she answered.

She didn't say anything at first. She was silent. But beaming. She looked really... positive, you dig? All smiles, a bit embarrassed maybe (there were people around us, I don't know, it was a wedding or a ceremony or a party of some sort), but still smiling. And glowing.

Then she shook her head. Still not a word from her lips, which are still curved in a gorgeous smile.

How do you respond to that? It was my first time proposing a relationship with someone, I had no experience at all in that particular area. So what did I do? I continued to be silent in my crouch. "Do not break eye contact," I heard someone said, in my head. So I didn't.

She shook her head again. But this time she made a motion with her hand across her neck to go with the head-shaking, which was of course the universally recognized gesture for 'I'm going to kill you for your transgressions,' so I was a little... disconcerted, so to speak. The smile on my face began to fade.

Not hers, though. She kept smiling, kept looking so pretty and nice and slim and bright and, most importantly, loving.

And then she kissed me.

On my lips.

And the smile came back.

Then we danced, and held each other, and turned this way, and then that way, and everything melded together in a vortex of golden glow.


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The problem of falling in love with a dream is that most of the time, when you wake up, you forget that you did indeed fall in love.


And those are the lucky times.