Even the most mundane things, were suddenly fodder for entertainment. We laughed together, we cried together, we fought battles that no one even knew we were fighting. If there was such a person as a soul mate, then this was it. This was what everyone had been talking about. This was what poets wrote about, and writers dared to dream. The girl called this person, Honeybee. And she was the bee charmer.
But over time, the world and life and destiny worked hard to rip these two people apart. They didn't want to let go, and wanted to just get lost in their song. "If I lay here, if I just lay here...would you lie with me, and just forget the world?" Yet it wasn't meant to last. It was meant only to serve as a lesson in what real love felt like, so they'd recognize it again, if it ever came along. But the girl had a hard time accepting that cruel fate. She fought hard against it. And that's when the protector, became the destroyer. Turning on the girl, and leaving nothing but ashes left in her hands, slipping through like old love letters that had been set ablaze in a bonfire.
And then the girl was empty. A hollow shell. Left to pick up the pieces of her life all by herself. Forbidden love is always somehow sweeter and more exciting, but in the end, the forbidden aspect makes it that much more dangerous and easy to lose. Sometimes people aren't brave enough to hold on, so they simply let go of each other's hands and let the other person drown.
But doesn't every love story end in tragedy? That's the horror and the beauty of love. It never ends well. Either you lose them because they walk away, or you lose them because someone dies. That's how life works. Love means opening yourself up to the tragic ending. And yet, time and time again, everyone in the world seeks this experience out. People live for love, they die for love, the can't breathe without love, love makes the world go round, all you need is love. But love means pain. Pure and simple. Whether you're together for six months, two years, five years, or fifty years, someone is going to end up in pain, one way or another. Yet the human animal cannot stop seeking it. Desiring it. Craving it.
The girl was left in tattered pieces, and she didn't know if she'd ever move on. And some part of her, still belongs to Honeybee. It always will. But Honeybee is lost, dust in the wind, a figment of the imagination. Did they even exist at all? Were all those moments they shared, even real? Was it a daydream? A story that the girl made up in her mind? No, it was real. That's the only thing the girl knows for certain. It was real. Just like in the Hunger Games when Peeta lost all his memories of Katniss, and he asked her, "You love me? Real or not real?" Katniss answered with certainty, "Real." Because even if someone forgets all about you, that doesn't mean it wasn't real. It just means that it's a chapter in your story that ended badly. But the girl isn't dead, so her story isn't finished. And maybe there is more than just Honeybee who will see inside her soul and love that soul for what it is.
Perhaps our souls are not broken into two pieces, but many fragments? Everyone who crosses our path and touches our lives, whether it's romantic, or friendship or your worst enemy, that person has a purpose in your life. Some of them teach us lessons, some of them hold our hands for awhile and comfort us. Some people make us stronger, some people make us face our weaknesses. And some people do all of those things, but then they have to leave. Their lives have another destiny, and even if for awhile your paths were the same, the fork in the road made them choose a different path. One you couldn't follow them on.
But the girl still wonders about Honeybee. Sometimes she still dreams, and in those moments, it's like Honeybee never left. But then she wakes up and remembers the truth. But she no longer cries over it. She simply smiles because it happened. It's a part of her story. And someday when she's really old and people ask about her life, she tell them about Honeybee. Because that person changed the girls life. Sometimes crippling heartbreak, actually makes a person into a stronger being. One who knows who they are, and is no longer defined by the love or acceptance of another person. They simply walk away after the tears stop, and become a new person. A better person. So that's why the girl regrets nothing. If she could build a time machine and go back, she wouldn't change a thing.
Sometimes when a writer writes, the story and the characters take on a life of their own. The writer plans for a happy ending, but they know deep down, that it doesn't make sense and wouldn't be right, so they must write something terrible in order for the story to be correctly told. Any good writer knows that we write the story that needs telling, and not the story we wish would be told. If all you can write is happy endings, and life moving along smoothly, no one would read it. Because that's not how life is. That's not how love is. And that's not what people relate to.
The girl knows that Honeybee is gone. But she still has the love letters tucked safely away, she still has the bee charm in her jewelry box that was specially made for her, she still has the pictures and she still has the memory. And that's enough. It proves that it really happened. Just like all the other things that happened in the girls life. It's relegated to a memory, yet, there is proof that Honeybee was real. And a bee charmer never forgets her favorite bee.
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