The Little Things

The Maiden and the Knight

First story, well it isn't a story. More of like a short poetic story that portrays how love is and how love is expressed. It's one of the expressions we can't live without. Or one of the expressions we want to have; to love and to be loved. From loving your other half, to loving others, and to loving yourself.

But sometimes love can be taken for granted. We always say we can stand alone to love ourselves. And it sometimes hurt to admit facts that are lonely and true. Like saying we don't need love; when we actually need it. It's one of the things that keeps on going.

This "poetic story" can show you what love can do. And this is also a shout out to anyone out there doing everything for love. Also, if you're wiling to do anything for love, best of luck to you.

Read, and you will see how shattered broken pieces of a heart can be put back together, If, you're willing to do whatever it takes.

A maiden finds her beloved knight at her knees. His heart a grandeur and magnificence of gold and silver. But as her finger touches the heart, the illusion melts away. For his heart is not of gold and silver. Rather, its a delicate picture of them together. The maiden caressed it, lest she destroy him.

But the knight knows his mission is to his kingdom, the king, and his people. For this mission he must finish with no distraction. He thought of the gold and glory he'll receive in his every victory with no one to love; but himself. She may have destroyed his heart of magnificence of gold and silver, but he knew he must put his achievements first. A delicate picture of them together; he thought of it, it must be over.

The moment the maiden touched his heart, the knight knew his heart is destroyed for a cause that he thought had choice. He drew his dagger quickly and stabbed the maiden's heart right through. The maiden's heart was pierced but not only because of a silver blade, but because she knew now she wasn't loved, but played.

Cold blood of velvet red flowed out the maiden's body stained the her dress. Her tears drew down her cheek, transparent, as the knight's heart. Her body fell, dead. Like the love she thought it would last and what she thought it would be.

The knight cried as he thought he wouldn't dare to weep for a small puzzle piece of his life. He didn't know such a small thing he took for granted would matter. He cried with the maiden's dead bleeding body in his arms. He thought he was lucid enough not to care, he thought he ready to let go. Emotionally unstable; he wasn't.

Years passed, the knight consistently won every battle for his kingdom. He earned everything that he wanted and dreamed for. But as every victory came so vast, the more he felt lonely like the darkness filling his heart. Ever since he killed her, he felt fear, guilt, and shame in his heart with no one to love but himself. But he can't love himself, nor does he know or remember how. He lived a lie that the maiden committed suicide after such a fanatical rejection. She wasn't the illusion or the distraction in his life; it was him.

He went to her grave on a dark cold night. It started to rain. He looked at the raindrops falling, symbolizing the numerous chances she gave him and wasted. Her name sculpted on broad font. He looked down on it, full of deep regrets. All his life, he thought he needed something to have it all. But now, all he needed was someone to be with it all.

He drew out the same dagger that killed her. Blade shining silver covered in splattered velvet blood since the day he killed her. He saw a reflection through it, the dark hazel innocent eyes of the love that he didn't know he needed staring back at him. The guilt overflowed the feeling.

Without a second thought, he held it high in the air and stabbed himself in the heart. The same way he did years ago. Tears flowed down his eyes. Not transparent this time. But the same feeling as she did; to be the castaway, to be pushed off, to be hurt. He slowly fell to his knees and in front of the grave. Thick mud embraced his body. He saw the rain drops pouring down his face. His eyes closed and his last tears poured out. Darkness, just like the last thing she saw.

He woke up. The sky was no longer dark but bright blue full of white clouds. The ground was no longer muddy of chunky soil. It was full of green fresh grass and colorful flowers of different sorts. Confused. But something got his attention. More of someone, it was her; the one he pushed away, the one he loved, and the one he missed the most.

He ran to her. She just smiled to him over the horizon. He stopped about three feet from her distance. He just stared at her. Puzzled, if she should be happy to see him or he should be scared that she will kill him; the same way he did to her. But she ran to him and embraced him with her full arms. She started to cry. Tears ran down her cheek, full of happiness after years and years of waiting. The knight had no words; speechless. He felt the first layer of his stone cold heart shattered to pebbles. He felt his warm heart resurrecting again. Now he knew how love feels like; the feeling that he needed a long time ago.