| Someone tell me... |
[Jul. 22nd, 2008|11:57 pm] |
| [ | Feeling... |
| |  worried | ] |
| [ | The music in my mind... |
| | Stratovarius - Forever | ] |
This is, to me, the loveliest and saddest landscape in the world. It is the same as that on the preceding page, but I have drawn it again to impress it on your memory. It is here that the little prince appeared on Earth, and disappeared.
Look at it carefully so that you will be sure to recognize it in case you travel some day to the African desert. And, if you should come upon this spot, please do not hurry on. Wait for a time, exactly under the star. Then, if a little man appears who laughs, who has golden hair and who refuses to answer questions, you will know who he is. If this should happen, please comfort me. Send me word that he has come back.
-The Little Prince, Ch. 27
I miss him so much. And in my heart, there is no comfort, there is no rest. I worry everyday. I cannot help but think "What has become of him?" I know he'll never come back and I'll never see him again. I hope that he does not hate me. I pray that he still remembers me.
That weekend - that last weekend when I saw him for the last time - was one of the happiest sad days of my life. After four days without him, I saw him again. He remembered me. The moment he saw me, he rushed to me, excited. I spent the weekend just like I would a normal day with him. It was wonderful. I felt at peace as he slept in my arms for the last time.
And then, they sent him away. Far away.
And now my heart cannot ever be at rest. |
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