When the west wind moves…

I remember. I remember as you were, pale and golden and shining bright. You had my heart, you held my hand and you were proud and exultant.
I was really only a child. I hadn’t realised how much I was just a girl until now. Naive, insecure, optimistic, opinionated, articulate, blithe and full of hope and faith.

It reads like a melodrama. I suspect it is a melodrama. It can’t have been much else, what with the handsome hero, swashbuckling through the establishment and the pretty breathless girl, learning to slay her own dragons.
I had never truly realised that it went both ways and that I was your hero too. That I stood in the sunlight and protected you from your own dark horrors.
I’m so, so sorry that I left you. I’m so sorry I walked away. I thought I was doing the right thing.
And by the time I realised I wasn’t, it was too late.

Everything since was about you. All of it. Choices made over and over again. I’m still making them. I set a pattern of events in motion.
I don’t really know what the outcome might be and that too is full of fear. I’m not sure what is right or new. I’m terrified of tragedy.
The flecks in your eyes still make my heart flip. I still think of you. Often.
I’m glad that you are back, now I just need you to live.

Author: ishtaricat

Wierd, wired and wonderful. Bakes bread and cakes, knits hats, goes places and is getting all graphic...

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