A Letter To My Imaginary Friend
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Air: Spring Breeze

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y memory shall never fail me whenever I might choose to recall that day: I remem­ber that I had been looking down in the depths of my thought in that moment, thinking about these last years and all that you and I had begun to speak of so recently, and simply gazing about the scenery of the room as we made our simple small talk. I sat there won­der­ing as we spoke how it was that I had never really noticed you before, that it was almost melan­choly, in a way, that I had never had the oppor­tun­ity to get to know you earlier in my life; but nevertheless I was still so very glad for us to have shared at least the few moments that we had.

And then I glanced up at you while you were just sit­ting there, and it sud­denly struck me how so very pretty you are, that you really are so much more than just simply such a very beauti­ful mind. All of a sudden I felt my eyes had been opened to what I had been too dis­trac­ted in my life to see before, and I could easily say that in that quiet moment you became just so very, so very absol­utely, enchanting. In your Beauty and in your Thought, in your Heart and in your Soul, every­thing about you put me into such a peace­ful tran­quil­lity, almost a euphoric and myster­ious kind of Brahm­inic state of grace. When all is said and done, you are simply the most attractive Woman in every way that I have met in my entire life, and in that sweet moment with you, looking at you from that small dis­tance, it would have been so easy for me to have gone and just quietly knelt before you, taken your hand softly into my own, looked into your eyes and told you how so very much I could, but that I shouldn’t, we shouldn’t, it’s just too soon for us in this place and time... and so I won’t.

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