‘My Dear sweet William”
I remember that bittersweet memory I am always haunted by. The one event that shattered my life like a thousand pieces of glass being broken in numerous ways, a thousand times.
‘I remember your hearty laugh, the way your face would light up when I’d walk into a room. And of course those glassy blue eyes like two sapphire pools with moonbeams shining down reflecting their brightness in the pool's glassy lifeless stare. Eyes so deep that one could get lost searching for one’s soul. So deep that you could drown yourself trying to find a way out of those mystical eyes. Even though your face never told you anything about yourself, you eyes told everything, from your legacy to your emotions.They were my window into you soul.
Now that I think back on how I have lived my life. It still amazes me how single handedly one girl could change the course of history, and one life of one would be great king, King William V. Also know as the king of my heart forever.
And I, a girl of his past, a girl in his forgotten dreams. The lady that shall no longer be in his heart nor memory.
I was the girl that supposedly captured your heart and your soul. The one that you loved with your whole heart, mind and body.
*It all started that one-day faraway of fear, of rejection, of falling in love with the man of my dreams. Now that you are gone and I banished from your existence I find it hard to live, to breathe. *
You stole something from me, which were my heart, and my trust. You promised me a life with you but you
exiled me from yours.
Chapter 1
How could I have obtained your heart one moment just by looking into your ‘soul window’, your eyes. Then the next moment loose you because you lost me?
I remember that vivid memory that occupies my mind and memory ever so often it hurts. It hurts to remember you.
And I am ever so sure that it hurt you too.
I remember William, my love.
Do you?
Why did I rid you of me when I need you the most? This was the thought that scanned my brain a hundred times or more.
Why, How could I have been so ignorant?
Now I sit hear in the parlor, loitering, anticipating, and waiting for you to answer.
Now I am old and frail.
The years have been kind to my soul and me.
Now I ask you to be kind to me, William.
Chapter 1
I still can smell the icy cold night air of that ever so sweet night in January, as if it was last night. Remember that night that we fell into love, as if it were a trap?
We meet in St. James Park, and had a moon light stroll through the park joined by the hands, smiling at each other. And capturing stolen kisses under the trees, while the moon was shinning down, with all her radiance.
I am so sorry for the pain and grief that I have inflicted upon your fragile heart, for I did not know the cost of breaking it could not be compensated. For you would shut me out of your world and I yours.
Chapter 1
I still can smell the icy cold night air of that ever so sweet night in January, as if it was last night. Remember that night that we fell into love, as if it were a trap?
We meet in St. James Park, and had a moon light stroll through the park joined by the hands, smiling at each other. Capturing stolen kisses under the trees, while the moon was shinning down, with and all her radiance.
I am so sorry for the pain and grief that I have inflicted upon your fragile heart, for I did not know the cost of breaking it could not be compensated. For you would shut me out of your world and I yours.
I remember our relationship started out like a fairy tale, boy meets girl. Girl and Boy fall in love. Then all of a sudden the supposedly fairy tale story took a sharp turn. Girl Breaks Boy’s heart. I know it’s not your typical love story. But this love story turned into a tragedy.
I loved you and still do, but I met him.
He caste his eyes over her meek and almost humble shadow that lay there on the floor trembling with fear waiting for her body to move. He seemed as if he were blocking her out, trying not to hear her, as if he just might have to relive those hell forsaken memories, of her, him, and the other man.
As he used to say ‘Two is enough, but three is company’.
Marta continued with her heart-wrenching story. Although William thought by her doing this act, that she had to heart, no soul, no compassion.
‘I met him, and I thought I was complete. That is why we fell apart.’ ‘I stopped calling you, as you me’ ‘You all ways said that you would be there for me, but you shut me out of your life, but I supposed I deserved it’
‘As I have said now and again…..You promised me a life without, but instead I went on with my life without you.’
‘I thought he would treat me right, better than you ever could. I guess I was wrong again. After all Lady Luck was not on my side this round.’
