Disclaimer: Neither the book nor the musical Wicked belong to me.
I intend to update this as I get ideas for it. This first chapter is a bit solemn, and I'm hoping to add some more light hearted ones soon.
Thinking Through Life
It occurred to Fiyero one night that marriage was more than a ceremony. That the marriage certificate was of no more value than his high school diploma. He wasn't any smarter after they'd handed him the piece of paper, that intelligence was already in his head.
In the same way, a marriage certificate didn't make his heart married, true marriage was something that was in the heart already.
So marriage wasn't a ring or a ceremony OR a certificate. It was the unending promise to do what was best for someone else in the kindest most caring way you could. It was a promise to love them.
To tolerate with forgiveness and patience all the things, ways, and days that the other person annoyed you, or even harmed you at times.
It was to know that you were two completely whole people who divided themselves into two halves and then traded, making the other person a joint stock holder in your life.
You gave them the ability and right to help make major decisions, helping them in turn as your lives wind together.
It was a beautiful process, really. Something sacred and sweet, unfolding throughout a lifetime like a rare flower; too precious to belong to the eyes of the whole world.
At times like this, when he lay alone with his thoughts, when all the dancing in life had stopped, a quiet sadness overwhelmed him. He often wondered what sort of girl it would take to understand this concept that lived secretly in the depths of his mind.
A heaviness settled on his heart as he considered the possibility that he might never meet anyone who felt that way, and then his choices would be between a hollow marriage and a life alone.
Dancing through life indeed. He snorted with annoyance at himself for having bragged of such a lifestyle, and then neglected the most important aspect of dancing: You must have a good partner.
'AND,' His heart prodded him gently as sleep began to steal over him, 'You must BE a good partner.'
Fiyero slept soundly, draped rather ungracefully across the backseat of his own personal carriage, his giant sunglasses, which seemed to be permanently attached to his nose, would keep most of the dawn light out and allow him the beauty rest he needed. He had to be at another college tomorrow morning. This one was called Shiz.
I intend to make this a place to put Fiyero's thoughts and feelings. This first one felt a little stiff in some places, but he's supposed to be half asleep, so I guess it works.
Thanks for reading.
Kiri