Song of choice: Everybody's Free to Wear Sunscreen
Once apon a time there was a Princess and her name was Xandra.
She was beautiful. The type that you would actually only see in a fairy tale. Soft flowing hair, a giggle to put a smile on anyone's face, and eyes that could just surround and lose anyone who happened to be around to gaze onto them. Even more important than that, however, was the shear beauty that was found within. I guarantee you that you have not found, nor will you ever find, someone with a soul that can be compared to that which belongs to Xandra.
But all was not well with Xandra. Sure she could flash her trademark smile, distracting others from the truth. But what was really going on inside of her?
She longed to have someone be with her. Someone to offer their arms to embrace her. Someone to offer their shoulder for her to rest her head. Someone to offer their hand to hold. Ear to listen. Someone to just show affection towards her.
And she had that. For over two years of her life there was an individual there. Her knight. Her prince. Her king.
She adored him, as did he adore her. Their relationship was flawless, so much so that it made others envious of their compatability. Alright, I cant speak for others, I can only tell you one person that I know of for sure who thought very highly of their relationship. Of her happiness. But he is insignificant to the story.
But that flawlessness, like everything else, didn't last forever.
Their relationship was cut short.
Xandra, however, remained strong. Going out among the people of the village every day flashing that smile of hers, all while bottling up how she truly felt: alone.
The longing for what she had with her former prince grew. She didn't understand, however, that it is normal for her to feel like she does. The sense of touch, physically and spiritually, is one that can overshadow all else. In a time where it is so easy for things to be clouded by bias and faults of the human mind, seeing is no longer believing. I truly, for one, have come to accept that feeling is believing.
But she needn't feel alone. Because no matter where she turns, there has always been one village idiot among the people who is there for her. It might not be exactly what she is looking for, but he is always there to offer his arms. To offer his shoulder, hand, and ears. Also he is there to unquestionably offer his affection. Everything about him. Mind and body, all that is physical and spiritual, belongs to her if she needs it.
Thursday, April 24, 2003 ::
2:13:00 PM
