“BUT I SHALL NOT SCRULPLE OR ASSERT, THAT THE SERENTITY OF YOUR SISTER’S COUNTENANCE AND AIR WAS SUCH AS MIGHT HAVE GIVEN THE MOST ACUTE OBSERVER A CONVICTION THAT, HOWEVER AMIABLE HER TEMPER, HER HEART WAS NOT LIKELY TO BE EASILY TOUCHED.” –– Fitzwilliam Darcy
The story starts long ago when the young princess learned to love a man who fought man wars. After many years of being with this man, the young princess learned a valuable lesson. Loving someone hurts. To trust another person was scary. And to give your heart to someone is dangerous. Stop, you say? Yes, I promise you this is still a love story, read on. So she learned from this man who fought many wars that a shield was the most valuable tool necessary when faced with her foes. She never learned to swing a sword. She never learned to shoot arrows. But she learned the art of defense, for she guarded her heart very closely to avoid being hurt by love again.
One day, after the man who fought many wars had moved on to other lands, she met a man at a ball. He was dark and handsome and had a wonderful smile. He watched from afar and addressed her when he saw her shield was down. But repeatedly, she noticed the shield was down and she placed it in front of her heart. This dance persisted for over a year until one day she realized that she did not know where her shield was. She was vulnerable and soon she learned to believe that loving a man was indeed possible . . . perhaps even desirable.
So the man courted her and wrote her many letters helping her not to be afraid of what was happening to her. For her heart was touched. In fear she retreated, but the man was patient until she came to the conclusion that it indeed was safe to offer her heart to a man again. Many months went by and her confidence improved. She saw that love and companionship was possible and did not require shields because swords were never unsheathed. Soon she learned that she was worthy of the love from another and to be treated with respect. Her heart healed and cried tears of joy. Many great moments were shared in deep conversation that made both feel willing to continue on this adventure.
After many moons, the princess learned that although the man that had touched her heart was indeed a prince, there were many hurdles that prevented the two people from ever marrying. It was true. Her heart was touched, but the relationship could go no further. It was true that he was a good man, but a man that was destined to make another princess happy. So she made the decision, as a butterfly held captive desires to leave, that he deserved to be free to find his personal queen. It was a hard choice, one that took courage to make. What took even more courage was to tell the man, a man who had helped her believe in love again, a man whom she had learned to love, that she knew he was not the right prince for her. As expected, this good man was kind and loving and sweet farewells were said with parting words of “Take care, may God bless you.”
So in this story of love, trust and healing, the princess lets her prince go, but they both are left with kind memories and tender moments that made the scars on both their hearts fade. For the prince had truly been medicine for her dormant and carefully guarded heart. And therefore, in his own way, he left his own scar upon her heart, for hers was not a heart that was likely to be easily touched. But yet it was. Thank you.
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