This was only meant for you to read. But, then, there was nothing that I ever had that she had never tried to steal. Everything I touched, she wanted it for her own. You were one of those “things.” In your arrogance, you believed that you took her, never realizing that she had taken you all along. How much I wanted to see you both ride to hell on dragon’s wings. No. Scratch that. Dragons are too good for either of you. Wings of turkey vultures, perhaps? Yes, bleak and black and horrible. Harpies’ wings more like. Let there be nothing shining on you in your descent.
But, I was not made for vengeance. And I was not made for hate. Nonetheless, here I am in the prison you created, which I have since reinforced for many years with bars of steel and razor wire. Is my fate mediocrity? Is my fate bitterness? You know how much I hate the taste of bitterness. It is acrid in my mouth. I much prefer the taste of sunshine and daisies and crisp, clean water. I prefer the feel of warmth and light. Not cold, dark despair. You are the albatross, and I how I long to escape you. You are an imposter. A liar. A thief. A cheat. My despair. My downfall. My destruction.
Oh, but, you always want to be the hero, the champion, the wonder boy…. Don’t you? Isn’t that the problem? Did I fail to see the illusion you crafted? Did I dare to see beyond? Was my fault in understanding and accepting you the way that you are, instead of the way you wished to be seen? You are no romantic figure. You are no great hero. At least not to me.
Oh, yes, I have read the same books and walked in the same luscious forests in my mind. I have lived in paintings, in music, in tales, in romantic notions, and in waterfalls. In lighting and in rain. Just like you. But, I knew there was more to heroism than someone else’s impression of it. Crafting an image for yourself does not make it so.
Plunge now into the depths of me and understand what you have lost. What has flowed through your hands like water? It is the gossamer lady, who lives only in thought and memory, haunting you like a wraith on the wind.