Post by Iris Watson on Oct 28, 2010 14:01:00 GMT -4
I was thinking back on my human life...I don’t really know why. I suppose I was just being nostalgic or some such...anyway. I was thinking back to the good old 1800's and I came across a face. He wasn’t my father, nor was he my sister’s husband. I believe I had an infatuation with the paper boy. My human memories are so dimmed by time that I do not remember his name...but in remembering his face...I suddenly was hit with the most human...feeling (if that’s the right word)
of sadness. I want to be married! I hope this is a fleeting fancy.
It makes sense that I would retain some human desires deep within me, and thinking back to that time...I was not but an old maid that had to take care of her ill father.
Now I’m the perfect age (sort of) to become the blushing bride I secretly wanted to be in my human life. Ugh look at me. Talking nonsense. I’m never going to find a mate, much less one that will go through the formality of marriage. *sigh*
Fleeting fancy...just a fleeting fancy...
