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Oct. 28th, 2008 10:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lishesquexWhat would happen if I wrote some pages for you? Each day a page, to show you that I am finding a story, the story of how we might have been together, once. Of how we could be.
We will never be together. Sweetheart. I am too brittle, hidden, and snappish, and you are too married. You are altogether too married. For those of us who've never known the state it sails past us like a cruise ship, lamps all on and parties raging, as the water gently or rockily allows you to sweep across it. We wave from our smug or perhaps lonely shores, waiting till the sea-scattered brightness has withdrawn its silvery music, and we're left alone in the dark, on dry land, to carry on with our unfettered midnight explorations.
--Sylvia Brownrigg, Pages For You
We will never be together. Sweetheart. I am too brittle, hidden, and snappish, and you are too married. You are altogether too married. For those of us who've never known the state it sails past us like a cruise ship, lamps all on and parties raging, as the water gently or rockily allows you to sweep across it. We wave from our smug or perhaps lonely shores, waiting till the sea-scattered brightness has withdrawn its silvery music, and we're left alone in the dark, on dry land, to carry on with our unfettered midnight explorations.
--Sylvia Brownrigg, Pages For You
