by Frank Stickler

Created on: August 19, 2008

She met him on a cold an rainy night. It was a rather unconventional encounter, starting with frustration with the one she loves. His inability to give her the one thing she feels she needs to feel whole in life left her feeling empty.

His story come a bit harder. The pain, the horrible, almost unbearable pain leaves him feeling more vulnerable then he already was; in the rain, with no umbrella, and no coat.

She decided to drive around to clear her mind, but stayed on a rather familiar road, in case the rain got too bad.

He was walking aimlessly, just to walk. Not caring about the meteorological conditions.

She found him, a stranger, walking in the rain alone. Her first reaction was pity. Maybe his car broke down and he was trying to get home. Deciding to make good out of her pointless drive, she casually pulled over.

When he first saw the car approach, he didn't know what to say. He saw the passenger side window roll down, but the darkness prevented him from seeing the driver. He heard a female voice say,

"Do you need a ride, sir?"

He thought about. It was getting colder, and he was getting nowhere out of his little walk. The unknown walk of unknown purpose. He decided to accept the nice lady's offer.

From the moment the two locked eyes, it became clear that their destination was not going to be a quick stop. The obvious physical attraction between the two was felt so hard, one could compare it to a collision between two trains; rare, powerful, but so incredibly awesome that one just had to embrace it.

The only difference between the two would prove to be the hardest. He was looking for a permanent analgesic. She was looking for affirmation, and hope.

The night was intense, powerful, and downright therapeutic. Spent at a hotel that distant past experiences lead her to become familiar with, the love that was made felt so true to both, it almost was real. Full of spoken promises she needed to say and he needed to hear, the night turned to early morning before the therapy had ended. Spent, fulfilled and confident of more, he fell into the most restful sleep since the pain had started.

But she didn't, for she had a purpose, and she knew that the one thing she needed most to complete her life had already started developing. In silent tears she dressed while she slept. Before leaving, she left him a simple note, a poem, hoping he would understand her plight:

"I am the flower, you are the bee
We walked in the garden, we planted a tree.
Don't try to find me, please don't you dare.
Just live in my memory, you'll always be there."

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