who she was with didn’t matter to me, I knew my bosses and the others at the office had her services.
“what would it take for you to stay with me“, I asked her.
“You would have to be 20 years older….closer to my age“, she laughed. I knew that wasn’t true. And that she was avoiding the larger question at hand.
“no really, what would it take for you to stay with me.“, I asked again.
there was a short, quiet silence.
In the pale moonlight that filled our darkened room, I longingly watched her voluptuous, ample beauty emerge from under the sheets she covered herself with. like the birth of Venus, herself.
she leaned into me tenderly, gently, as she took my young face in her hands.
“this world we have now, everything we share in our embrace, is beautiful PRECISELY because it’s separate from the real world. Our bond will lose its beauty if you try and put the two worlds together.”
“I don’t want the real world”, I replied. “I want you to myself.“
“You haven’t experienced enough life yet to consciously forego what time can offer you. And if I trap you in this illusion now, you will watch the seasons of life pass before you and there will be a time, when you finally reach my age, that you will hate me and curse me for my selfishness.”
My voice nearly broke, knowing that her words put her light years away from my reach. “Please….I’m begging you….you’re the only one that knows who I am….” my voice trailing off.
I am back again in my present being, it is a late winter afternoon, 20 years later.
Older, chastened, frail – I still yearn for you after all this time, Miharu.
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