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See once upon a time, there was a little girl and a little boy. And they went dancing in the minefields. They were very young... very young... but when you are in love what does it matter?
Love like crazy... said it wouldn't work out... but they don't know love like this... - "Love like Crazy"
No skeleton was too terrifying. No mountain of past too insurmountable. No fear, she had a lot of them but then so did he... only they didn't know it, no fear was so terrifying while they were together. She had him being open and honest and dare I even say? (almost) in love with her - quite a feat considering how nothing had ever gone right in his young life's record. They talked "dependents" and "money" and "21" and "purpose."
Never thought we'd have a last kiss...- "Last Kiss"
But the boy got a look at reality, it's a horrendous beast, no?and said he was scared of it. The girl got a look at a dragon and expressed her fear.
She said she wanted to fight it... but alas too late! The boy said he'd kill it himself... maybe...And for the first time she saw doom etched on those tender features. White. White. White. Hopeless yet determined. Like someone facing a guillotine.
What is the end you ask? Well, our characters walked into the mist like at the end of a Disney movie... only this isn't a movie... this is a fairy tale... only without a fairy. Just a a few dragons.
The boy walked into oblivion and what became of him we do not know. Perhaps he killed his dragon. Perhaps he settled for something easier but less satisfying. Perhaps the dragon slew him instead.
I watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you think...
I hope it's a beautiful day wherever you are...
I hope you change your mind...
Until you do, I go walk through life wearing that blue dress...
All I know is I don't know how to be something you miss. - "We Died Young"
She's on the sidelines still wearing that blue dress she last felt him squeeze her in the last embrace.She holds her head high and smiles often in that signature pink lipstick. They say she's very sweet and a social butterfly. But hidden well is a scar that may never heal. A scar they said she'd get when she danced through the minefields, but she tossed her head and said she didn't care. To this day she'd not undo it although it bleeds constantly, hiddenly. But sometimes there's a gleam in her eye uncharacteristic of one so "sweet" and a clinching of the fist at the mention of certain words and sentiments that would make an observer shudder at the amount of sheer anger. Nothing perhaps is so painfully terrifying as hopeless anger. It hints at our own destructibility. At midnight watches their life in pictures like she used to watch them dance.
And she still hopes - almost wholeheartedly believes - with that seemingly unconquerable optimism he loved about her that someday there'll be a man who'll dare to go dancing in the minefields with her. She hardly dares even admit the ultimate hope... but sometimes when the day's been long and the furnace's heat's been sweltering and the ice monster has blasted her with one too many breaths of freezing, she'll give into dreams of a certain boy coming back again...
But forgive my mistake earlier when I said there was nothing but dragons in this story. There is more to this story than dragons even if there's no fairies. There is a GOD. An Omnipotent, Supreme, King, Majestic, Great I AM.
That is why if you listen closely you may hear a little voice in the night shakily still humming "It just might be hope."
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