Ficlet: Under the Bridge
Feb. 23rd, 2008 11:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
crazyfurriesShe left 6 years ago. Said she couldn't handle things on this side anymore, the threat letters for us living together, the gay-bashers, and skinheads.
We'd been together for a little over a year and a half before then, and I can't tell you how much I loved her then, and still do now. We used to have dates together, gazing at the place under the bridge where the barrier between places was so thin it was like looking into a swirling sunset.
But six years ago she said she couldn't take it anymore. She didn't come out and say it directly, she left a letter, saying she would be waiting for me on the other side of that barrier.
Six years ago. I still get letters from her, from the other side, every month or so. They appear in my business binder, sometimes just appear at my elbow when I'm working at my desk. They always come in a soft lavender parchment, with the smell of her perfume.
I plan to go and see her, stay with her someday soon. But I have a lot of work to do yet before I leave.
This world has to be left in better condition than what I found it in.
We'd been together for a little over a year and a half before then, and I can't tell you how much I loved her then, and still do now. We used to have dates together, gazing at the place under the bridge where the barrier between places was so thin it was like looking into a swirling sunset.
But six years ago she said she couldn't take it anymore. She didn't come out and say it directly, she left a letter, saying she would be waiting for me on the other side of that barrier.
Six years ago. I still get letters from her, from the other side, every month or so. They appear in my business binder, sometimes just appear at my elbow when I'm working at my desk. They always come in a soft lavender parchment, with the smell of her perfume.
I plan to go and see her, stay with her someday soon. But I have a lot of work to do yet before I leave.
This world has to be left in better condition than what I found it in.
