Something Beautiful

Once upon a time, there was a boy and a girl who lived far away from each other. But even if they didn't know of each other for many, many years, they always knew in their hearts that the other was out there somewhere. The boy lived in a big country where the sun nearly always shone. At least it did on TV. Far across many miles of land and oceans away was the little country the girl lived in. From the day the boy was born, it would take just about twenty-four years and some months before he even got to know the girl's name for the first time. One night a couple of weeks after his third birthday, the boy saw a little shooting star up on the dark night sky. And as anyone usually did, he made a wish. The moment the shooting star died away, a gentle warmth spread inside the little boy and he smiled. That was the day a little girl was born, in a little country far away from where he was. The little girl nearly didn't live, but the doctors managed to save her life just as a little boy in a big country far away thought of the little shooting star, and felt that warmth inside him again. From that day, twenty-one years and then some months would pass before the boy and the girl met for the very first time.

The boy and the girl became best of friends, and soon they fell in love. That gentle warmth the boy had felt inside ever since he was little was there still. Since he had met the girl, it had only seemed to grow. He had never felt the way he did about anyone before her, and he knew the girl felt exactly the same about him. They knew in their hearts that their love was pure and true, and all they wanted was to be together. But they still lived thousands of miles apart, and sometimes the boy was worried that his girl wouldn't care for him anymore if she saw him. Sometimes the girl was worried that her boy wouldn't care for her anymore if he saw her, too. But then their eyes would find the photos they kept of each other and they would smile and the worry would go away. And that felt good, it made the warmth inside the boy grow a little bit stronger. He knew he could trust her, she wouldn't tell his secrets to anyone. Just as she knew she could trust him.

The girl loved him for who he was. Sometimes at night if she couldn't sleep and she cried because she felt alone and lost, she would think of him. And she would thank him for being the strong and wonderful man he was, and she would thank him for being alive. She had dreamt of being with someone like him since she was little. Someone who would love her for who she was, someone who was something like the fairy tales and love stories she read and created in her head. To her, someone like him was someone good and kind and truthful. Someone gentle, caring, loving and someone who would make all her little hopes and secret wishes come true in one letter, or just with one look. And she wanted to be with him, wanted him to want to be with her.


How the fairy tale ends, no one but the future really knows for sure. Because it is still not finished, there are still chapters left to be written. Still pages waiting to be filled. Still two people waiting for a new day that may find them finally together.
Unfortunately, in this fairy tale there is no fairy Godmother, no good witch, no magic potion or dream dust. Just the kind of love you know is going to last forever, because the feelings inside you have stuck. The butterflies and bubbles that swirl about and tickle your tummy seem to have made permanent residence inside you. The kind of love that breathes life into the little spark of hope that you just might make it if you just hold out a little longer. If you just wait a little longer, something good will happen. Something beautiful will come your way.



© Lady L., 2005