OK I had to do something that was not as depressing as trying to be in Rhett's mind at the time of Bonnie's death. It's not a fun place to be. So here is a one shot, not happy, but not as dark as the chapter I am working on. I'm actually looking forward to going back to moments in the beginning, happy flirtatious moments, pretty much anything is happier than this.
O and this is a little on the order of Anne of the Thousand Days. Please note that actual number of days is up to interpretation. The numbers do add up and get at least in the neighborhood of when the listed moments occurred. This just occurred to me after reading "The Other Boleyn Girl" and since math was Scarlett's thing, it seemed like a logical thing for her to think. I am saying it went from April 16, 1861 to November 12, 1873
Scarlett:
Our story was a tragedy,
there is no other word capable of describing it.
We were stubborn, and over full of pride.
I know the mistakes that I made,
I am fully aware of them.
You cannot accuse me of anything
that I don't already grieve over.
For, although it may seem hard to see,
we loved each other
but we were either unaware to too guarded to admit it
And in those few moments
When we showed our love
We shrank from and hid away.
But those days were few,
And our days were numbered.
There were 431 days from the first time we saw each other
Until the day we danced at the Bazaar.
804 from the Bazaar to the day we fled Atlanta,
And 490 days from that day when he left me at Rough and Ready
Until I saw him again at the jail.
From that time, it was 434 days
until he proposed on the day of Frank's funeral.
There were 547 days from his proposal
To the moment that we were wed.
There were 365 days from our wedding
until the day that I turned him from my bed.
And then 1887 days left until today.
In all that is 4,594.
The days that I knew of Rhett Butler,
and he knew of me are 4,594 days.
And of those days that I loved him
and didn't realize it, over 4,000.
And of the days that he loved me
, and yet I was unaware 4,500.
And of the days that I loved him
and was able to say it, speak it 1.
Out of 4,594 days,
there was only one day that I really saw it.
And out of all of those days
there were none in which we loved each other,
And we able to say it.
How can it be anything but a tragedy?
How is it that life could be so cruel,
as to not even give us one day
One day that we could both love each other and say it.
But I am sure that the blame rests with me.
I am sure that if only I had not passed it off,
If I had only examined what I was feeling more closely,
Then we may have had more days.
Not just more days,
but many days, glorious days
that could have been spent in the bright haze of love.
Forever I will have to live with this burden.
Knowing that out of nearly 5,000 days,
Together, we shared not a single one.
And I can tell myself to push it aside.
Think about it tomorrow,
But that is my other curse,
tomorrow isn't coming.
Tomorrow will never come
We will never have just one day.
Together