99words to a new start in life

99words to a new start in life - the writer

they’d had this conversation many times

they’d talked till the small hours

they’d talked and talked and talked and talked

and

they could talk no more…

…they’d talked…about noise…and not sound…

…about running…from…and not to…

…about yesterday……tomorrow……what was…will be…and not of what IS…

…she had always loved him, loved him from the moment she set her eyes on him, looking up from his reading as she passed. She felt that she knew him and that she would share her life’s path with him. She did not know his name.

She did share her life’s path with him and they grew old together, weathered every storm one by one. Had lived by the promise she had once made…until death do you part , wilt thou love him? Honour him? Obey...? weeeelllllllll, not that one, she wasn’t born to be his servant, she was her own person after all… but she loved to cook for him…and that was different. They both grew and changed, not always they way they’d thought or planned but that was the way it was, life was like that, life changed you. You had to be vigilant and learn…life had no voice that you could hear…

…he loved her and she loved him. She had always loved him, loved him from the moment she laid  her eyes on him….

‘Idiot!’ she heard him call out to himself and she knew why he ‘d said it, he could not simply shrug, accept mistakes as a part of living and learning on his journey…with or without her… his own journey…’Idiot!’…she listened to her toothbrush whirr and its echo in the top of her head, there was a pain under her jaw…it would go again…it always did…

‘do you know what?, she asked,

‘no, what’, he replied,

‘you must first accept the idiot you have called yourself and then you might love him, might then explore why.  You have called yourself that because I believe it is because you have an image of who you are,  who you have not become…you have run away from yourself and have been running ever since…and don’t know where to…stop the running and  be still, listen and you will…down my arm now, not good…it will pass…

know who you are, the lovely man I met that day and I have always loved no matter what…heart pounding…drat these palpitations…will go after Christmas, really I must…weeeellllllll, after the New Year…this will pass…it always does…I have always loved you………you…………………

she had always loved him

they had talked and talked and talked and talked

till the small hours

they’d had this conversation many times………..
and
he began to write the talk.............

27.12.11