I was such a romantic when I was younger. I entertained dreams that there was this one, beautiful woman out there that was meant for me, and I for her. I can remember thinking about these sort of things from a very early age, maybe as young as five years old.
This woman (girl then) haunted my dreams, literally. She came to me in softness and purity and whispered promises of eternity into my ears, and planted seeds of bliss within my heart.
In my teenage years, she began to visit me not just in dreams, but also in visions. She aged along with me and no longer the child, was becoming the woman, wise beyond her years and strong, with a beauty that caused my breath to catch.
I dreamed and I wrote poetry of this woman. I knew she was not real, in the physical way. But I knew she meant something that was very important. So I wrote of this woman and how we would live, raise children, surrounded by them, and eventually spend our final days, always in love and in peace.
Having read enough C.G. Jung (psychology) now, I understand what she was. And while, in many ways, the romance such as I had has left me, the dream stays with me, if only a ghost of what it once was.
My Fairy Lady visited me one last time a few years back, after I'd come to terms with what she really was; what she symbolised. And she smiled in understanding and warmth... her eyes glowed with love towards me.
My lover, my other half, within me.