William’s rose-scented garden, the gentle rain, his declarations of love – all bored me to tears. I wanted excitement, adventure, paths sparkling with light!
Jason was thrilling, with his Jack-and-the-Beanstalk garden shooting upward into the sky. He wooed me with dreams of climbing, arriving, challenging, winning. But fairy tales rarely come true. Our story had no happy ending, just the two of us falling from dizzying heights of fantasy.
Now I treasure ruby-red roses, soft mists, raindrops like diamonds. Love that grows slowly, steadily, stringing the years like pearls. Necklaces of quietness. Silken comforts of the commonplace.
And above all, William.