Then Marry Me. For I

People Forgot; It Was In The Nature Of People To Forget, To Blur Boundaries, To Retell Stories To Come Out The Way They Wanted Them To Come Out, To Remember Things As How They Ought To Be Instead Of How They Were.

Perhaps It Is A Human Thing, To Look Upon Such Beauty And Fail To Encompass It.

...my Friend, There Are Some Things That I Cannot Tell You. Some I Will Tell You In Time; Some, Others Will Tell You; Some You May Never Know, Or You May Be The First To Find The Answers.

...and Again She Wished For Sherwood, And The Dappled Roof Of Leaves That Never Weighed Upon Her. She Pulled Her Scarf Closer Around Her And Thought, I Would Rather Live In A Hut In The Woods; A Hut Like The One Of My First Memories, With A Clean-swept Dirt Floor, And A Brown-eyed Boy Watching Me From Behind His Mother's Skirts As I Watched Him From Behind Mine.

My Capacity For Invention Is Flash Hot Stark, I Thought. Sucker Sunshade. Disembodied Radar-reconnaissance. Not To Mention Bitter Chocolate Death And Killer Zebras. Pity About The Rest Of Me.