When it was time to leave the boy with blue eyes, the lost girl carried the magic box in her arms and crossed an ocean. Along the way, she encountered signs and signals and specters that unnerved her. The girl banished them to dark places. She waited for the magic to escape from the wooden box and take hold of her heart the way it had captured her imagination. She wanted to give the marvelous blue-eyed boy his heart’s desire – love, adventure, a union of heart and mind and spirit.
At home, she wondered if the magic couldn’t find her because she was lost. The girl consulted a map to help her find her way, but the map had no legend and boundaries were not clearly drawn. Each step she took seemed to lead her in the wrong direction. The girl was stuck. She gathered her girlhood friends around her to help. They peered at the map, slightly tipsy from too much wine, and announced, The way is clear. It’s right in front of you.
But the girl struggled. If she couldn’t read her own map, how could the magic find her?
And then one day, she awoke to find another sign that came to her through the ethers.
We met two years ago this Friday. Would you like to mark the day with me? Love, Fauxhawk.
Without thinking, without agonizing - she replied, Yes. Let’s.
Suddenly – and sadly - she knew that the map led her away from the magic box, and away from the blue-eyed boy. She stepped away, unsure where this divergence would lead her.