The dream that started it all…(me writing) foretold the demise of a relationship. The relationship that made me want to get married. Prior to this marriage was out of the question.
Time upon a once, there was a kid who lived in his own world. No one ever bothered the kid because there were a lot of rumors that surrounded him. That is until Elecktra came into his life. She somehow found a way into his world, that no one else had ever found. She said she loved him, always has and will and nothing will ever change that. The kid, wanting to believe her, built a bridge between the two worlds so she would be able to travel between the two with ease. As time went on the kid decided to travel back to her world to see if things had changed since he left. Once there, he saw things hadn’t changed. So he decided to return back to his world; but before he got back to his world he met some people that knew him, even though he didn’t know them. They told him things about his beloved Elecktra that seemed unbelievable at the time. So as the years went by, the bridge that was once so strong was now brittle and weak.
One day several years later when Elecktra was on her way to see the kid he met her in the middle of the bridge. He told her he could no longer insure her safe passage across the bridge. The time had come for her to make a choice: to return to her world and to whatever she had back there, or return back to his with him. “Think hard princess for what you choose is for a lifetime.” She said “Why should I choose?” He replied “I do not want to see you get hurt crossing the bridge.” Now she thought for a moment, looked at him and faced her world…Before leaving then she turned and kissed him saying” I love you and I’m going to miss you!” She turned and walked off the bridge back to her world. The kid walked back across the bridge pulling a match out of his pocket, the one he thought he would never use. He ignited the bridge and watched it burn; now no one else could cross the bridge. And no one could get hurt. As the last of the bridge burned out; the kid turned back to his world with a single blood tear running down his face, disappearing into a cloud of black smoke. Never to be seen or heard from again.
PEACE… FROM THE PURPLESIDE
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