Sunday, May 01, 2005
The Guy Backstage
"I heard this story once or at least watched it in a TV show. There was this guy (the captain of the guards I think) who was in love with a beautiful girl. Problem is, he had a deformity and was ever afraid of proposing his love for her in fear of ridicule and rejection. He wrote poems about his love yet never sent them. They were beautiful pieces, each word filled with passion, love and tears and he would never send them, ever afraid of what may happen. So he remained vigilant and loyal to his love but always kept himself in the sidelines.
The girl approached him one day and the guy was suddenly filled with joy. She was coming towards him, it was like a dream come true until she spoke to him. Apparently, the girl liked one of the guards under our man's command and she wanted him to arrange for them to meet.
The captain of the guard was devastated yet above all else, he wanted to make the lady happy, even at the sacrifice of his own happiness so he agreed and made the arrangement. The man the lady liked, knew nothing of courtship and wooing and so our captain decided to help him. For many a times, he thought of what to say when he himself would be the one courting the lady, so he told the man he would whisper what he would say from behind bushes in a cover of darkness.
The night came and the two had met. The captain whispered from the bushes loving words and the guard echoed it to the lady, the lady in turn, fell deeply in love with his words. For the whole night, his words were echoed to her and he saw her falling deeper and deeper in love and it gave him so much joy to see that his words were doing so yet at the same time, it made him extremely sad that he, himself, was kept hidden in darkness.
After some time, the guard and the lady got married and lived happily. The captain kept his feelings to himself and congratulated them for their marriage. He was still in love though, but he respected their union and didn't interfere in it. Instead, he would weep quietly in his heart, his only peace was that there was that one night where his words finally reached her ears.
More years passed and it came to a time where they were old and gray. The lady's husband had passed on and she was at his grave saying her farewell and the captain was with her, paying his respect. He, himself was on the verge of passing away so on that day, he gave a letter to the lady and bade her only to open it when he had passed away, a favor returned for setting the lady and the guard's meeting all those years ago. The lady agreed and the captain smiled at her.
One fateful day, the captain had finally died. The lady opened the letter and was greatly shocked. It was a poem but not just any poem, it was the same thing her husband told her that night and it extended further and further and further telling her how much he had loved her all those years. All she could do then was cry. She wept for she didn't lose one lover but had lost two."I think the name of this story was Cyrano de Bergerac
I wrote it the best way I know it
and it showed a lot about how I perceive love.
Riding the Lightning
9:51 PM
