Hello, my darling. I’ve missed you so. I’ve so many things to tell you, I dont know where to begin.
We’ve spent decades together. And we still know only a tiny bit of each other. We thought we had time, but it runs out so fast. It is a luxury we mortals don’t have. Once the clock starts ticking it is a mad mad mad race against time.
All those days of silence, sparsely pitted with talk which turned out to be lies. Lies,lies,lies! That was the foundation. The foundation of mistrust, deceit and hate.
Everything we ever did was never true. It was all just a facade for the prying eyes. Eyes that never stopped sneaking looks. It was nobody’s business but our own. Oh but they did see…the beauty of us. A smooth, shiny, reflective veneer over the greying, crumbling, ugly darkness inside.
The worst was the hollowness. True, no one could see it. Thats what made it almost unbearable. A personal hell of seclusion and loneliness.
We wove a wonderful web which glistened in multicoloured rays. The web of a spider, stalking its prey. Those prying eyes were just like the little fly; the little fly mesmerised by the shimmering spider web, drawn to it. The irresistible web of deceit.
They hated us, they loved us. They hated that they loved us.
They were jealous. Green with envy at our apparent expansive happiness. The prying eyes never stopped prying, or sneaking lovingly jealous glances. The fools. They were in love with an image. An image designed in deceit.