When we met I was instantly enamoured. You were everything I wanted in a guy – tall, handsome, the ability to hunt your own meals. You were perfection all bundled up in a woodsy type that rejected bad dental hygiene and identifying family members as viable mates. You love and protect fiercely, you smell like the forest and run like the wind. It was instantaneous. One hunting afternoon and I was yours. My eyes were only for you.
People said I was wrong. That my love wasn’t to be. That you weren’t what you appeared to be. That you weren’t the right guy. But you knew, just like I did, that they were wrong. I admit I was infatuated and that I didn’t know you all that well but in my heart I knew you were the only choice. You love with everything you have. You champion when it is the only thing you have to offer. You fight when it is the only option.
You also have a hot bod.
Our love is fleeting. There are no cuddles on the couch, no long walks on the beach, no weekend getaways, no close encounters in a cave. You’re here one minute and gone the next. It’s almost hard to remember that you exist you are gone so long. But you made an impression on me, my love. A strong one. You have fire in your belly and spirit in your eyes. But I never forgot you, no matter the distractions thrown at me – fire, hybrid wolves, poison berries.
But I’ve come to realise that our relationship isn’t to be. That I am kidding myself. You are gone more than you are here. There is no guarantee about your future. Truth be it, it’s you, not me. I know you’re just going to break my heart. You're walking a road that travels in a singular direction - an unsatisfying future or death. I will be devastated, I will grieve but I can’t be with you when you go down that road. It will break me.
So I’ve decided the only thing that I can do...is make a clean break of it. There are no other options. I am not cheating on you. There is no one else, no baker’s son to fall back on. I know I am destined for heartbreak because I am in love with a supporting player. Our love was not meant to be.
It is with this my rebellious hunting man that I bid you farewell. I will admire you from afar, hope for the best and cheer you on. Our love wasn’t meant to be but that will not rob me of hope. Destiny has bigger plans for you and I have no strength, no power to intercede. I am powerless, a helpless bystander and it makes me bereft that our relationship has so little left.And yet, I must be strong. Loving someone means setting them free. I set you free in the hopes that you’ll fly back to me.
Fly back, please.
With ardent love and admiration,
PS Stay the hell away from the Mayor's daughter.
In defence of Team Gale post
*Picture sourced from Mystical Lit Lounge.