Pages flip the years turn one by one…
I catch a glimpse of “Happily ever after” as my fingers release a flurry of words on paper. One by one, they tell of kisses, and bright futures, small arguments and those not so small. Finally the page that wraps it all up this sweet love story the final act.
And now what? The story of the beginning, of conquering and being conquered is over. We lay in bed side by side… “Mr. and Mrs. Charming”…. The excitement of the unknown, the passion of the fight … come and gone… I’m in it… I’m in my wish, my happy ending. At some point, the glow of new has dissipated and the nostalgia sets in….
I reach for the pages that brought us here… dust off the cover and reminisce… such a great story. Every day I fall in love with it all over again. It does not take much to see how or why I fell in love with him, my Hippo Prince… And though there is no question that I am in love, that I am happy… I can’t help but miss the feel of newness… the glow of the “what if” and the wonder. The excitement I felt in that 1st chapter, the second and third. The complete faith I had on the first night.
Does anyone else feel it? The white pages at the end of the book… Words suspended in air waiting to fall in just the right parts to create…. what? There is no creating yet, just the possibility of creation. Just me looking for the perfect phrase’s the passionate terms and placement. What do I do with ever after? What does that even mean? Ever after what?
I am in love with the L.O.V.E part of it. I am in awe of the durability, of the unconditional parts of it, the friendship the dependability of it. Like everyone else I am captivated by the story… but I want so much more to it… I want the saga… The… to be continued…
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Is it so bad of me to want more step mothers tortured, more evil ex’s slaughtered, dragons slayed, Rooms of walls with endless “mirror mirrors” on them, reminding me that (to him) I AM THE FAIREST of them all. Why must the story fizzle out once I find my prince? My lips still want to feel that one kiss that opens my eyes, makes my knees week and melts me into a puddle of passion. “G” ratings are great for beginners but I need my ever after to be riddled with Rs (for sexual content and adventure) and the occasional “XXX” (passion)… So this is what I wonder about on Sunday afternoons as my coffee high gives its last kick…
When a story is told… read and re-read… Best pages Bunny-eared for quick reference. Is it possible to breathe passion into the old pages? How do you recreate the over read love scenes, the feeling of newness? Not just for me but for Prince Charming himself. Is it just the greedy 17 year old in me… or is there something to this dusty fairytale feeling?
