Dedicated to a friend who loves Vlad. :)
Messenger of Prospect
Vlad, you never cease to amaze me with your memory and the way you've twisted those memories for the last twenty-years. Your eyes droop in haze and your mouth parts slightly as you recreate memories again and again until they are no longer memories but pure fantasy. And what is really tragic is that you are missing out on today and what could be tomorrow.
You must wake up and see what you have done to the past. Her hair, once dirty and rarely combed, is now a brilliant red with shine in every movement. Eyes, once a dull blue, are now richer than the ocean and keep the skies raging with envy. What happened to the small, stout figure? She is now thin and angelic while floating around the room as if to captivate the heavens. Don't you see? Those memories are no longer reality because for twenty-years you have edited the past.
Vlad, you always ask and beg for reassurance in your thoughts, but I will never respond to you because I will never be able to answer correctly. My truth is not your truth; those worlds were separated years ago. You tell me that the past can be recaptured, but you fail to mention how it can be reinterpreted.
You may be clutching that old, broken timepiece but time will always continue on – the seasons will forever be changing even as that watch never shifts a hand. You already had your dream, Vlad. Once so long ago as hands wrapped themselves around your waist and a connection was made for the briefest of moments, you were happy. But it ended and you could not move on. So you robbed yourself of a happy future because of twisted memories and a pedestal you placed your make-believe angel upon. It's time now Vlad. Come out of that fantasy past. Now is the time to move on. You can't lay your eyes upon another maiden because you're still waiting for your fantasy to come back. But it's now a person that was never real. Listen to the new messenger of prospect to welcome us back into what we call a happy today and sweet hope of tomorrow.