Reaching An Understanding

Our courtship was built on a meeting in Hawaii where we were both on holiday, and we discovered we both lived in the same city. “Is this fate?” she asked, and I just nodded my head and leant to kiss her: our first kiss. I called her my ‘Guardian Angel,’ sent to save me from myself, and she sort of laughed in that indulgent way people do when they think you get them.

Sunsets, starlight, euphoria: those things have got a lot to answer for, because that is not where marriages find out if they will work, but none the less that is where we decided we were made for each other and we got married, just at the end of our vacation and a day before we were due to fly back to London.

She was the answer to my prayers I told myself. A beautiful girl, but homely and able to laugh at herself, but with just that edge of magic which keeps you guessing and lets you swallow the hook so deep that when she tugs the rod you feel the pull from the centre of your being and the miracle is, she doesn’t even know she’s fishing. I found out later that she does it anyway, to any man she meets, but perhaps the extra magic of the Island made her think this was the deal: the moment in her life when she discovered herself: it was for me and I have the certificate to prove it. A fact I reflected on when she began to talk about herself.

“As a young girl” she said, “I learnt about terror. I mean really learnt. The knowledge you are at the mercy of something pitiless and dark for whom your cries are the icing on the cake. “My uncle would threaten me but never touch me, so there was nothing to see if anyone asked, but his look alone could burn deep within my soul,” and what man couldn’t be moved by her outpourings.” It seemed a bit indistinct, but her tears were real enough and of course I went and put my arms round her and she looked up at me and said, “You make me feel safe” and who wouldn’t melt under that statement; except later on I learnt she had a way with creating dramas and didn’t actually have an uncle: three aunts and a vivid imagination but no uncle.

Those people who can be anyone you want to meet are the most dangerous people you can discover because they don’t know who they are themselves, but they know you are a stage on which they must play a part. She could do lots of things well, but not for themselves but just because they made the current “Her” more convincing.

I kept her this side of sane by taking everything she told me to be real and the truth, and thus I never threatened her, and in protecting her found I must love her because without someone like me she really would be lost. She was, in more ways than I can ever describe, my own creation, and protecting her fragile entity became my whole life’s work. 

She was loyal in her way and always seemed well-meaning. None of us are entirely real are we? We are all partly a figment of someone’s imagination and sometimes of our own. I think my darling just took that to extremes and I rescued her. I think that’s what it was.


About Peter Wells aka Countingducks

Trying to remember what my future is
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11 Responses to Reaching An Understanding

  1. beth says:

    Each person has their way to journey through life, we accept them or not

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  2. catterel says:

    Ooh, this is a deep one, Ducks.

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  3. Scarlet says:

    Wow. I have actually been pondering such things over the last couple of weeks. This line: None of us are entirely real are we? We are all partly a figment of someone’s imagination and sometimes of our own. struck a nerve.

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  4. This is fabulous, Peter, a real masterpiece of psychological study. I think that, in some way, and for different reasons, we all adapt varying personas to suit different situations. Perhaps, rather than realising who we really are, it is safer/better ti settle for a ‘best fit’.

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  5. tiostib says:

    Sublime wisdom, well said. In this regard, my own life lesson is that falling in love on vacation is dangerous as these are the times we run away from our true selves to the bliss of a fantasy world. But damn, sure did love those margaritas.

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  6. trishsplace says:

    Wow. Deep and interesting and relatable. Based on a real relationship, I wonder?

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  7. nelle says:

    Finding oneself is not an easy thing. The more one explores the issue, the harder it gets to figure out.


  8. restlessjo says:

    None of us are completely real… or completely what we seem to be? 🙂 🙂


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