Save the Girl, Save the World
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In my last post I retold the events of a dream that I had no control over. Never before in my life had I imagined that I would hold the solution to the atomic equation within my mind. Never before in my life had I imagined that I could spare the world from the nuclear age. It was a wonderful dream that my mind created for me through a vortex of personalities, wishes, hopes, fears, and more.
However, I do have one dream that I have never dared to share. This particular dream is my own creation, borne from conscious imagination and a romantic heart. When I tell you about this dream you may think there is something tragically wrong with me, and you would be absolutely correct. There is something wrong with me. There is something inside of me that wishes only to give, so blatantly and so purely that there is nothing left.
Nothing but a memory. Let me explain.
Since I was a young boy I have always wished for one chance, an opportunity to prove my worth, or more correctly my love. While the details of the dream are ambiguous and ill-defined, the end result is always the same. It begins with me and someone I love doing the most innocent of things. This particular person is no one in particular. Over the years, her name has changed, but she represents the same thing each time: the woman I love more than my own life.
We could be out eating or laying in a field talking, or simply in the same place at the same time, completely disconnected from one another. And then it begins to happen…knives, bullets, cars uncontrollable, or angry men with violence in their eyes…trouble is everywhere. She is in danger; her life is at risk. I am forced into action. I choose to act. I willfully submit to my fate.
And I die. I die. I die.
I die over and over again for her. I would die now for her. Taking bullets or knocking her from the path of a derelict car…the final act of love—death. I want to show her how much she means to me and at times I beg for the chance, the opportunity to give everything I have just so she can remember…remember how much one man loved her. And how little everything else mattered to him…
I think about this happening often, only because I fear the love I have to give, even over a lifetime, could never really tell her how much she means to me.
Again, whomever she may be…
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