A true mystery romance written by Tim Mack.
As my horse galloped along the beach, I tried to slow him down, but it felt as if an unseen force was guiding him. Despite my efforts, the horse bolted, throwing me to the ground. The next thing I remember was waking up to a gentle breeze on my bare skin in the tropical heat. Beside me was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, holding a paper fan. Her face, her smile, the glow in her eyes—they all felt so familiar, as if I had known her in another time and place. This is the story of our mysterious and enchanting connection.
As I lay on the ground, dazed from the fall, I felt a gentle breeze on my skin. Opening my eyes, I saw her—an ethereal beauty with a paper fan in her hand. Her face was a vision of grace and familiarity. It was as if I had known her for an eternity. She smiled and said, "You've been saying no to beautiful women in your sleep all night long."
"How many did I say no to?" I asked, still groggy.
"At least a dozen," she replied in a seductive voice.
I explained, "That's why I went horseback riding. I was trying to avoid women because I was feeling so restless. I hope I didn't say anything too inappropriate."
She laughed softly, "No, it was quite entertaining. You must really think you're in love to say no so many times."
"Why do you say that?" I asked, intrigued.
"Because you're not really in love. You've fallen in love with the idea of being in love. True love means you no longer feel lust for anyone but your lover. If you're fighting lustful feelings, then you've already lost," she explained.
Her logic was compelling, and I felt myself being swayed by her words and her beauty. I knew I had to get away from her, but I was too dizzy to move. She placed her soft hands on my chest and whispered that I had a concussion from the fall and shouldn't try to get up. Her touch was soothing, and I soon fell asleep again.
When I awoke, she was sitting on the bed with a dish of brown rice and shrimp—my favorite. She fed me with chopsticks, and I didn't mind being babied. As my dizziness subsided, she guided me to a tub and insisted on washing me. It felt wonderful, and I realized how much I had missed real baths during my time in the Navy.
After the bath, she wrapped a towel around me and changed the bed sheets. She then commanded me to lie on my stomach and relax as she scratched my back with her nails. I pretended to still be dizzy just to enjoy her touch a little longer.
To my surprise, she undid the towel knot and began to run her nails up and down my back and butt. "Are you still thinking about her?" she asked.
"Thinking about who?" I replied, surprised by my own answer.
I couldn't resist any longer. I sat up, gazed into her magical eyes, and kissed her. Just then, a thunderbolt struck, and we rushed out to bring in my clothes that were drying outside. As I walked out into the rain, she followed me, stark naked. "It's not safe for you to be out in this thunder," I said.
"Then why are you out here?" she asked.
"I came out here to forget about you," I answered.
"Look at my body and tell me if you could ever forget about me, even if you were given an eternity," she said, pressing her magnificent body against mine.
"No, I can't forget you, and eternity is not enough time to erase you from my memory," I whispered.
We made love in the rain, defying the gods of thunder. Our passion was a wildfire that couldn't be extinguished. We spent a year and a day together, and it was the happiest time of my life.
As our time together drew to a close, she said, "We had our year and a day, and we can ask for nothing more in this lifetime."
I laughed and said, "I'll see you again."
Tears rolled down her cheeks as she replied, "Yes, someday, we will have our year and a day again, but until then, you must forget me."
Years later, her words still haunt me. I realized that she was not a figment of my imagination. My shipmates had seen us together in many places. There were things that defied logic: the horse that seemed to lead me to her, her uncanny ability to anticipate my needs, and the fact that we never had a single disagreement.
After getting my first computer, I traced my family tree and discovered an ancestor who had married a magical woman from the land of the fairies. They were only allowed to be together for a year and a day because she was immortal, and he was not. This revelation made me wonder if there was a connection between my experience and my ancestor's story.
I have always believed in logic and reason, but this experience made me question everything. Was she a magical being? Was our time together a gift from another realm? I may never know the answers, but I will always cherish the memory of our year and a day together.
This story is a testament to the mysteries of love and the inexplicable connections that can transcend time and logic. Whether you believe in magic or not, the experience of a love so profound that it feels eternal is something that can touch the deepest parts of our souls.
For more on the mysteries of love and the human experience, you might find this article from Psychology Today insightful. Additionally, this piece from National Geographic explores the science behind our most profound emotions.
Interesting Stats:
These statistics highlight the profound and often inexplicable nature of love, making the story of "I Knew Her For An Eternity" all the more compelling.
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