And I ended torn apart.
You probably had a chance to notice that I'm a good piece of body. Beautiful for Czechs, gorgeous for Germans, smokin' hot for Irish and English. I'm nice and smart as well. Wild, free spirited, mysterious. Add also honest and fun. Passionate and patient. Cute and strong. And don't forget about I'm true-blue. Spice it with a bit of philosophical depression, artistic extravaganza and narcissistic paranoia.
So how the heck! he could leave ME!
Do men really have such a problem with accepting what I want now and what I want for later? Is it too bad to seek for more than simple survival of the meaningless life? Do I have to switch off my naturally shining energy of the girl born under the rule of Leo flavoured with Venus in Aries? Do you, my equal future husband, want me to calm that fire down?
You see... I'd rather die deep in my inner waters than not to be myself.
I suspect there's a huge mistake I keep making again and again though. I feel your potential o human child. I'm not going to lead you to it, I'm not interrested in changing you at all. I'll let you grow and I'll grow too, in nourishing relationship and sober support. And I'll wait until you choose one of the following options: fulfill my prophecy or... more likely... leave me for finding yourself not matching as my wing for the rest of my story.
And this is the way I'm losing my wings. The bigger they grow, the harder is my crash to the waters and the wild afterwards. Sidhe can live without wings, chanting in the stone circle during the stormy night, howling on the moon, crying the river. Devoted to the gods, runes carved in her skin for dancing on the nettle field with a fairy hand in hand. Weaving herself into the web of dark and light. Wondering when will you try to touch her again.
I'm romantical for I'm not willing to see the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
I'm not ready.
To hit the road with you. Or the sack. To sew my path together with ours. To sell my stuff and buy our house. To make your coffee, prepare our dinner. To create the home and marry you. To voluntarily loose my freedom for our kids. To buy you a dog for Christmas. To remember our anniversary.
But please... feel my potential.