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_isabella 57F
327 posts
5/27/2016 9:10 pm
Eleven Years - And Counting




There's a place I know where magic still lives .. conjured up by the press of a button, fingers upon keys, fellow writers spinning words into fantasy, straw into gold. And when the world feels like it's closing in fast, like there's no escape from whatever today decides to throw at me .. it's nice to know there's always some place I can go. A place where the door is always open and no matter how fast I'm falling .. I'm always guaranteed of a soft place to land.

Thanks to "Phoenix Speaks" for the story that follows. Another beautiful square in the patchwork quilt of my heart.


The mail arrived three days ago. Well not really a mail .. more of a FB message. Funny that a networking site that I hardly even use would surprise me this way! I knew her when times were different. When I was a foot shorter .. when she had freckles and a pony .. when I believed that maybe I could ice skate! When we were both on a different continent ...

Eleven years have passed since. Eleven turbulent years. Eleven long years. Eleven thousand changes. Eleven million things still the same ...

Her mail brought back a whirlwind. All memories of a life that seems unreal now. Running through knee deep snow with her to catch the train. Tip toeing myself to reach her height. Hot chocolate and cheese cakes. Pictures plastered with grins .. grins with teeth missing .. Christmas carols .. and me the sheep in the birth of Jesus. Then goodbye .. promising to be friends still.

Back in my country, all the memories of running to the postman to see if he had her letter. On my lucky days, dipping the envelope corner in water and saving the stamp.

But as I said ... eleven years is a long time. The frequency of the postman ringing the bell went down. So did my cravings for them. Our lives were too different to be intertwined. There were still times that I wrote to her, but answers didn't come. I lost her ... until three days ago.

She said she's going to visit India this summer. Again a pocket of time together on a different continent. Eleven years .. a different medium .. yet the letter arrived. And the smile on my face is still the same.





true love has a habit of coming back ...