To five wonderful women

Once there was a boy (some would say "young man," but inside he was really a boy) who fell in love very easily. He had loved once before and his heart missed it (having someone to love and who loved him so) and decided that it wanted romantic love again.

He met one woman (whom some who did not know her might call a girl until they knew her better) who spun tales from the aether and made him laugh like her smile saw into his own heart. He offered it to her, but it was not for her.

He met another whose mind seemed a prism that refracted life's lights as his did. They both found its scintillating colors and sounds and smells and tastes and textures and people to be endlessly fascinating and lovable. They both found that touching others' hearts and minds was one of their greatest loves. but, alas, neither was the other's greatest love. The boy offered her his heart, but it was not for her.


One woman (like the first, some who did not know her said "girl") he only saw through a window, yet in their minds they walked down many roads where she would pick up a stone and show it was a gem, and present to him facets he would never otherwise have noticed, and then she would show him there was no road and take him away from the oft-trodden ground and into skyscapes that seemed without end, and they flitted there like butterflies for hours. He offered her his heart, but was not for her.

He met another whose mind she kept behind tumblers around which shone soft white light, but he could not convince her to open it for him. Perhaps, he supposed, he did not deserve it. The boy offered his heart, but it was not for her.

He spoke with another through his window who was and remains a constant companion and would grab his hand to pull him out of many a haze and fog and hold it forever afterwards. The boy offered her his heart, but it was not for her.

All these had hearts that poured out love that flowed like a cool stream of foundry gold and minds that spun music from the stars, but the they and the boy found that his heart was not for any of them. But don't feel sad for him; it meant, that his heart was for someone he could and did look forward to meeting. He wrote these words and hoped each woman would read them and know why she would be forever in his memories.

Sincerely,

Eldon/Satyesu