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A True Fairy Tale, as told by ArsPoet2789ica

Once upon a time, there was a girl and a boy who started their middle-school years at the same school. They shared a class, too, and they became friends.

The girl was tall and stately and confident. She had grown up in luxury, but it was the many snags in her life that had allowed her to build her confidence-and a wall around her heart. This wall around her heart often kept her kindness inside.

The boy was quiet, shy, modest, and humble. Far be it from him to say a mean word or raise an angry fist. He was always kind to everyone, even to the girl, who often did not deserve his kindness. But he had a secret-one that made him hold back from falling in love.

They were both naÔve, but in different ways. The girl was brought up to be classy, and sometimes she thought that it qualified her to look down on others who werenít like her. The boy was more innocent than most everyone else, so he shied away from the girl when she made snide comments. Deep down, though, he knew that she wasnít a mean person.

As time went by, they finished middle school, and they started to grow up. Their naÔvetť faded, she began to climb down the steps of her ivory tower, and he became a stronger person. They attended high school together too, not knowing that those four years would change their lives forever.

The girl was fearless; she would speak her mind regardless of how people reacted to her. The boy would do his best to keep her in check so that she wouldnít be on the receiving end of an offended personís wrath. In turn, she would make him speak his mind when they were in class together.

One time, during their junior year, the girl was being pursued by a guy who was not a good influence on her. The boy watched the whole scenario unfold; it worried him. It scared him. On the day when the girl walked into the classroom announcing that the guy had asked her out, the boy could not hold back. He interrupted everyone elseís blandly concerned remarks with his own fear for her and his plea for her to be safe. Even if he couldnít give his own heart to her, he wanted a good man to have her heart.

At that point the girl knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that the boy she had known since the sixth grade cared for her very much, more than any other guy at school. She wished that he would take her heart and give her his. She didnít push it, though, because she wanted him to have the freedom to make his own choice.

The next year, they graduated from high school together. They were happy for themselves and for each other. They had come a long way since middle school, after all. But this would be the first time in seven years that they would attend different schools. He would move to another town.

They didnít get to see each other their freshman year in college, but the girl secretly hoped that he would come home for the summer. One day in March, though, the girlís mom called her with sad news. The boy would be coming home, but only for his funeral. He had been sick his whole life, and the illness had taken him away a few days before. The girl had never known that he had been that sick. Who would have known, though, as happy a person as he was?

At the funeral the next morning, the girl couldnít hold her emotions in. She cried like she had never cried before, missing him deeply and wishing he was somewhere else, alive. Then something amazing happened: Just as she began to feel alone in the crowded chapel, he came to her in spirit. He didnít speak; he just stayed there next to her. It was the first time she had ever known the presence of a guardian angel.

Every day after that, the girl knew that her beloved friend would never be truly gone. And one day she would be with him for real again, and they would live happily ever after.

"Call unto me, and I will answer thee, and show thee great and mighty things, which thou knowest not."-Jeremiah 33:3, King James Version

"Your word is a lamp to guide my feet and a light for my path."-Psalm 119:105, New Living Translation

The present and future are not about who you were in the past-rather, they are about who you are and who you will become.

"Writing is truly glorious in that an author can put on paper the words that fear denies the voice to speak."-from my short story, "Set Free"

"...What you feel is what you are;
What you are is beautiful..."
-from "Slide" by the Goo Goo Dolls

Life surprises you! And I'm talking about the good stuff, because a bad surprise is not a surprise at all, it is just shock and horror. All of these good surprises, they are rewards, and the things that happen to remind you that you matter and that you should make yourself faithful so that you can be deserving of all of life's good surprises. Every wonderful surprise in life is a chance to flourish, so grab life by the horns-but don't ride, steer instead: life's horns are life's joystick. You can handle it, because your life's horns are made especially for you. If you don't give up, all of this will hold true and life will continue to surprise you.

Aubri, a. k. a. "Leopard Lady"

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