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Midnight Dew Member
since 2001-01-07
Posts 50Forest Lake, MN |
One night a young woman had a dream. In it, she was beautiful, intelligent, fun, and sexy. She had a wonderful man, brilliant, smart, and unbelievably cute. Best of all, he was desperately in love with her. In her dream, they lived a happy life, and it showed them periodically throughout it. On their first date, dinner and a movie. They never made it to the movie, just walked over the blanket of snow in the park to the music floating from the nearby Ordway Theatre, where the symphony was playing. They talked, and never ran out of topics. There, in the park, with Mozart floating in and around them, the two fell in love. On their prom night, senior year at high school. She was radiant, he was gorgeous. They had an awesome photo taken, and they danced all night. When the prom was over, they did not want to go home, so they turned the radio on in the car, and danced in the moonlight. As she gazed into his eyes, her dream-self knew he was the one, her soulmate. It was the perfect night. On their wedding day. She wore a simple gown, he a tux, and they spoke their vows in front of a small crowd of family and friends, gathered in their simple church. He slipped the ring on her finger, and her perceptions exploded, as suddenly she was able to see through his eyes, as they were joined as one person. She felt what she had been waiting for all her life. Then she began to toss and turn in her bed. Her face took on a confused and hurt look as her dream abruptly changed. On their court date. Standing by a lawyer, staring wistfully across at her love, her soulmate, as their union was condemned as null and void. Her world was suddenly bleak and empty as her vision through his eyes was taken away, leaving her with her own, limited view. She mourned the loss of it, mourned as well the loss of part of her own sight, which would always be with him. She could not stop loving him. On their wedding day. Sitting at her kitchen table, looking at the notice in the newspaper that said he would belong to someone else. Someone new. Tears streaming down her face as closure was completed, and the void within her was completed. On their 50th wedding anniversary. Sitting on a chair as her children and grandchildren bring her gifts. They know she has always loved him and longed for him. Staring blankly, trying to appreciate the presents as much as possible, trying to portray the love she feels for the younger generations. Going outside and seeing a car pull up. A young man, blonde, gorgeous, just like him, climbs out and walks up the walk. He asks if it is her and she replies yes. He gives her a letter, then stands and waits for her to read it. “To my first love, I abandoned you I know. I loved you not enough. I loved others as well. But some part of me has always loved you. Lately I find myself wondering where you are, what you’re doing, what you’re thinking. I tracked you down, and wish to know if you want to know me again. I am sitting here waiting, just say yes or no.” The old woman felt an immense load lifted from her shoulders and looked to the young man. “No,” was all she said, and she walked back inside. All she was thinking was, “Let him pine for a while.” The young man stared after her, then suddenly grinned. He could finally see what his grandfather had told him to wait for, an obstinate, self-valuing, lovable woman. He shook his head, got in his car, and drove home. The young woman again smiled in her sleep. The old man, with the help of his grandson, courted the old woman, with flowers, poems, and songs. She finally gave in to the love she still felt and said “Yes.” The dream returned to its sequence of events. On his third wedding day. The old woman, beaming, was helped down the aisle by the young man who looked so much like her love. He stood waiting for her by the altar, and they joined hands like they had, 50 years before. He slipped the ring on her finger, and she experienced the joining that she had all that time before. There was a rapt expression on her face as her heart lifted up out of its hole and she slipped a ring on his finger as well. They smiled at each other, and kissed a chaste kiss. Her heart sung On their deathbed. They lay together and fell asleep. The sky opened up and beams of light shone down. There was no pain, they just joined hands and walked up together. The young woman awoke and looked outside to see the sun shining. She would not remember the dream for long, so she thought about it as she dressed and ran outside, where it fled from her mind. As she rounded a corner, she ran into a gorgeous blonde boy, who caught her in his arms as they went flying. His first words to her were, “You’re beautiful…do I know you?” |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
MidnightDew~ I was enchanted with this piece. It held my rapt attention. Very nicely done. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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fractal007 Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
Posts 1958 |
Fascinating story! I like the way you inserted little references to the main character smiling in her sleep at choice moments. The end there sorta makes me wonder whether the main character will actually want to fall in love with the boy she's just met... |
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Midnight Dew Member
since 2001-01-07
Posts 50Forest Lake, MN |
Thank you for your comments, you caught exactly the feeling I was aiming for. I was basically looking for happiness and such with the underlying feeling of doubt, wondering if it was worth it to go through the life she had foreseen, for love. Thanks for the comments, it really makes writing worthwhile. |
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Maverick Wolf Member
since 1999-11-13
Posts 94Scandia, MN |
I don't think I can say enough, so I don't know that I will try. This is simply marvelous. A truely wonderful piece. Your prose is exactly what I like to read. Absolutely wonderful. I love the emotion. I can feel the pain. I can feel the yearning. It is so wonderful. Yesterday's history, tomorrow's a mystery, and today is a gift. That's why they call it the present. |
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Dawn Eclipse Senior Member
since 2000-01-31
Posts 637The Horsehead Nebula |
Nice piece there Cat. Second chances at love are often even better than the first. Sometimes the pain is worth it, and other times it's not. wonderful job. "Forget regret, or life is yours to miss. No other course, no other way... No day but today" ~Broadway Musical RENT~ *Cassandra Roseen* |
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Alwye
Moderator
Member Elite
since 1999-06-16
Posts 3850In the space between moments |
Love with the underlying feel of doubt indeed...you did a very good job in portraying that. Been there myself...and in the end, things turned extremely sour. But happiness can come in new ways, wether it be a new love or in this case, an old one many years later. Good piece of work, welcome to Passions! *Krista Knutson* I'm a slow dying flower In a frost-killing hour The sweet turning sour and untouchable... -Natalie Merchant |
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