Turn about is fair play.

Turn about is fair play.

While this dear lady has given me a pseudonym out of respect for my privacy –which isn’t needed… I am going to give her one at the moment because *I* know she has a strong call to privacy.

Any of you who have been reading my blog lately know a bit about this situation. (And a handful of you I’ve even mentioned some of the specifics about to)

So let me tell you about a song bird that has flown back into my window.

My Songbird and I formed a bond a long time ago after I swore I’d never fall for some one over the internet… I’ve sworn a lot of things and she has proven consistent in proving it wrong. She was in the arms of another but the pull in our heart was strong enough that we got ourselves into a three legged tripod.

Tripods usually are stable but this one wasn’t.

I lacked some maturity in serious ways; she lacked some maturity to but in different ways. The big problem was communication, and even bigger were issues of trust. She didn’t trust me… I was thousands of miles away… and I called to her to put her whole life and go away. I’d have ran to her but she wouldn’t have let me.

Their were lies, their was mistrust, their was pain but it ended in laughter. How she broke it off seemed comical, and some of the ways she burned the bridges seemed more comical. Everyone told me they were surprised I put up with it as long as I did.

But once again the maker seems to have his own way of doing things. We started talking again. I went to a satyr party during valentines earlier this year. Things didn’t start warming up again till her marriage entered its end stages.

My first priority is to mend our hearts… but I feel my hopes and dreams may finally be granted.

I want her heart to sing free my dear songbird…. And If she comes home to me, then It turns that I’ll be wrong again with a vow.