She Writes

of her failed relationships. I recognized many of her past loves & lovers in her sentences. I think these parts are about me. Once upon a time, I had the confidence and the skills and the determination to make you climb the furniture. And I had the vulnerability and the courage to kneel at your feet and finally begin to understand intimacy. Once upon a time, with the look on your face seared into my mind as I lowered my mouth to feed, at last free of restriction, I felt no fear for the consequences. Once upon a time, you worn dress greens, and I went weak in the knees as soon as I laid eyes on you. Once upon a time, my hand on your upper chest, fingers spread wide and eyes locked with yours, feeling you gasp and shudder just from the nearness of me, and swelling with pride and passion, I felt in control. And then the tragic ending... So many fairytales, populated with wolves and frogs and witches and princes and princesses too charming for my own good, chosen not wisely, but often -- despite myself -- well. At least once upon a time. None of them stuck around for a happily ever after. All I have to say is if you treated any of them with even 1/2 the disregard that you gave me...it's no wonder that it all was only "once upon a time."