Once in a house on a hill, a girl met a boy...
Little did she know that this boy would forever change her heart. He was a modern day Tarzan, to say the least. A shoeless, shirtless, sun kissed, curly haired, brown eyed, surfer god of Salsa
Brava from a jungle called Nowhere. And yet, a man of the world. He claimed her as his own from the moment she stumbled into the old harbor town. Mesmerized by her fairness and innocence, he fell for her completely. In that instant, she hesitated to know the untamed Mowgli man, until the wild winds came and swept her off her feet.
'My world is not so easy', he told the blonde haired, blue eyed, doll face. 'You have to learn to speak the language of the hard-footed people.' And he traipsed through the jungle with his machete, in his bare feet, and cut through the untamed earth with an effortless artful hand, as if he were birthed into this boscage and raised amongst the lion cubs. He pointed out the snakes in the trees and taught her not to be afraid of spiders and ants the size of bullets, how to use a shovel, and drive a stick shift.
He introduced her to his son, and then his daughter, and then another son. And she was left speechless, so many bags to carry. 'How can I compete with this?' she asked. 'I want you, I need you, I love you,' he replied, and carried her off into the bush, tumbling down the rabbit hole in a knot of sweaty, love filled sheets.
And they cared for each other fiercely, and endured the hard times side by side. They took showers in the rain and slept amongst the insects and bats in a lightless cave of a house at night. They painted and sanded and varnished and raked and created a new, humble abode together. She taught herself to cook and care and mend and keep and manage it all. And after work, they ran to the beach and played in the sun and waves until there wasn't a drop of daylight left. Then they went home and made love until they had no more love to make.
It was a passionate all-consuming affair. The kind of infatuation that lifts you up and leaves the rest of your world to crumble at your feet. Yielding no room for other things, like family or friends, or even life. A love so overwhelming that very few escape, and those who do are left only with the pieces of a bleeding, broken heart.
For years the doll face loved her Tarzan. She idolized his strength and vitality, his brute mannerisms, and his wild untamable ways. And when love's intoxication aged and began to wear, she turned a deaf ear to the whispers and rumors, and ignored the many faults of her exotic Romeo. 'What is love without sacrifice?' she pondered to an ever silent moon, and poured herself even deeper into the cracks in her life.
But, as the saying goes, "all good things must come to an end". One morning she woke to find that her love had been stolen right off the pillow beside her. And when she went to look for him, she found that the face of the man she had adored for so many years was not the face she remembered at all. 'The times have changed and so have I, and I don't need you any more,' he sung. And with that her world fell apart, from one instant to the next.
She must have cried a million tears before finally picking herself off the floor. She ached from the shards of the shattered heart inside of her, and vowed revenge against the man who had so easily taken it all. Time, they told her. Time heals all wounds. "Time is all there is," she wept. And with each tick of the clock, the anguish of her torn soul eased day by day. Eventually, she disregarded all threats of revenge, all hope of reconciliation. Finally forgetting even the curves of his face and the smell of his skin.
The moral of the story is not one of sadness and dismay, but simply of letting go when the time is right. Some things, no matter how much we'd like to, we just can't hold on forever. And so life is... what is meant to be will most likely be. Now comes the mystery.
