Horizon
Someone told me years ago that true love never ends, but I guess she's proved me wrong. Her sweet ginger hair, her soft brown eyes, she is a princess. But I am a peasant-boy, and a princess cannot kiss me. And so I wait, the silence deafening. I am in the midst of a tumultuous storm, while she lies peacefully in her castle, safe from the thunder, lightning and rain. Then she came to me, seduced me, kissed me. We stood there kissing in the downpour, the only noises the pounding rain and our breath, condensing in the air. Then the horizon lit up, the sun rising to greet a new day, and banishing rain from its kingdom of light.
We continued to stand together for many hours and said nothing. Then two bells rang at her palace far away to announce the princess was missing. I tried to make her go, but she asked for one more slow dance under the rising of the sun, and I accepted, grateful for her company. As we two moved across the grassy hillside, left-right, left-right, our heads came together for a final kiss, before we broke apart and she told me that I was her true love. I believed her. Then she ran off into the distance, a silver trail of stardust following her on her way. And then, she was gone.
Months passed, and soon I forgot about the sunrise and the princess. I settled down in a nearby village along with a beautiful girl. We lived happily together for two years, and then the princess came. Immediately, I remembered what had happened so very long ago and swiftly ran off with her to her to her palace, where she was no longer princess, but queen. And I was her king. Together, we reigned for sixty years; then she died and became a star, glistening up above in the night sky. And so my fairytale was over. Gone. Forever. My Queen was dead, and the sun had set on our magical land.
But sometimes I felt like I could hear her, touch her, feel her. It was probably just me. I just couldn't help thinking she was out there, waiting for me on a silver cloud, watching my every move and longing to come down and meet me. Take me with her. It took a year for that to happen. One day, my heart stopped pumping, and my lungs stopped breathing. My limbs were useless and soon I felt myself flying upwards, ascending an invisible plane, waiting to be reunited with my queen: Queen Ginny. The sun had set on my life too.