A moral tale : A young man met an older woman...they shortly thereafter became friends and a little more. The young one pursued her quite passionately and she fell for his charms and admired his intellect...they had much in common. It seemed of little significance that they lived over 3000 miles apart. They communicated frequently and their encounters were often infused with passion and intensity...she sacrificed sleep and more to talk with him. She was there for him, whenever he was in need. Both of them realised that this was no "normal friendship"....it was bonded by something much stronger. One day the young man realised the connection was becoming a little too intense for him and he told the woman they needed to change the energy around the relationship She was hesitant as she had become used to this passion in her life to which she had foolishly become somewhat dependant.. He had his way and gradually and with reluctance, she started to detach a little from him.... This was quite a rocky road for both of them...she yearned for him often and despaired at the prospects of them ever meeting. She realised he needed to go and meet someone in the flesh and he urged her to do the same quite often.........although she did say to him that this may backfire on him...he seemed confident all would be well? ...she had a feeling of the outcome....... The young man knew how much the woman cared for him, and in his youthful naivety sometimes became a little outspoken about other women he met, at times going into detail about how much he would like to "have them" etc. He appeared to be oblivious to the woman's hurt. The older woman knew she had to let him go... Time went by.... The older woman detached from the young man...he didnt have the means(?) or enthusiasm to contact her, so she started to close down her wounded heart to him...it was exhausting being the initiator all the time...and she decided no longer could this continue. One day she was at the local music session and could feel someone behind her...so strong was the energy she was almost frozen to her seat... Feeling curious, after she had finished her song, she got up to go to the bathroom. And there he was..........he she had dreamed of for so long.....tall, long black wavy hair, piercing dark blue eyes, but most of all she noticed the smile that danced around his lips...............when he looked upon her, it was as though he knew her. One year later the young man wrote claiming his undying love for her and telling her "i am coming across the sea to Eire" as his attempts to find another to love him with so much passion and intensity, had failed. She writes back and tells him "sorry you are one year too late" * * * * Moral of the tale: Do not take advantage of true love and friendship...
Yes friend the moral of the story could also be time is the only truth..... Thanks for your posts guys.... If only people at times were not so foolish...
Are you training to be the link man between one program and the next on tv it was like some kind of bizarre refresher of a jane ayer novel
I thought it was very good actually. It was insightful, honest, and downright self-centred in a traditional middle aged crisis kind of way.
I wasnt training for anything tbh I was just putting my feelings down on paper and sharing them that is all......????
Its okay....... I am not a writer....its just that I have a propensity for opening up my heart and feeling deeply.. Maybe I shouldnt put it down on paper next time, or at least not for others to see hey? Thanks
a similar thing is happening right now in my life. it is quite ironic too. only, i am older than her. she is in europe,and i am in the states. i was doing to go to europe,until she began encouraging me to see others.which she has done, thrown my love out the door. if things go the way your story did...maybe i will soon find the girl of my dreams. i guess i have that to look forward to...
Oh I am sorry.... Am I right in saying you have never met her in the flesh? And yes I hope you do meet someone worthy of you...
You write in very nice styler und interesten subject. It nice to see good female writers who write about life insted of violence und guns all time. Please write more Frau Siouxieunddiebanshe.
Thanks for your words I write about truth Maybe it is easier for some to write about guns and violence......the stuff I write about is very painful......one has to face themselves when reading it back....
Maam I read all your handmade story n found it real pretty. If I may say so it was also a bit sad n terrible what you had to went through. I am not a man of letters myself n I only joined this forum out of cureiosity so forgive me if I am not in the same league here. My friend sent me an E mail sayin that there were some funny people in here but I don't think he meant you becose you seem a real sensyball lady. Many men have turned very strange especially in the large cities where the oxygen levels are deepleatin n turnin men into womanfolk.
sorry really honestly it was just a joke - I really hope you do write more I cant express enough how I wish I hadnt said what I did
yes seems like we had similar paths. your story did hit close to home. i guess it just isn't that easy to have a "long distance" relationship.the "convenience factor" is not there. peace sister, j-56 p.s. i tried pm'ing you, but your inbox is full.
I agree.... and also the "illusion" around it may be shattered when one meets the other my inbox is now less full i got yer msg peace brother..
Allow me some constructive criticism here. You write as though your characters are best seen at a distance, perhaps through binoculars. No personal names are given, no specifics of place and time, no immediacies of spoken dialect. So, your reader says, "that's very nice", but doesn't get emotionally involved. Perhaps you are afraid of putting intimate thoughts on paper. Take a fictitious character who is perhaps a lot like you, and have her/him spill her guts, so to speak, and say exactly what is on her mind, where she is coming from and how she needs to deal with the situation depicted in the story. My story 'Anacapa', on this thread, might illustrate what I am trying to say here. I try to put the reader right on the island with my characters by saying exactly what is going on in their heads, and hearts, in their relationship.
