Beneath the Timber Sky

The girl I first fell in love with was a princess. She was older than me, a woman of beauty, grace, and status. Every man who laid eyes on her desired her, captivated by her charm, her elegance, and the power she carried simply by being who she was. She was a figure of legend, out of reach for someone like me, yet my heart could not escape the pull of her presence.

I never thought I'd be more than just another face in the crowd, watching her from afar, admiring her with a longing I could never act upon. Her life was a whirlwind of suitors and admirers, each one wanting a piece of her, each one desperate for a moment of her time. But through it all, there was a quiet part of me that wondered if she ever saw me, if she ever noticed the longing in my eyes.

Years passed, and life carried me in directions I had never imagined. Then came the day when I heard the news-Ann-Marie, the woman I had once adored from a distance, had passed away. Suddenly. Unexpectedly. During childbirth. The news hit me like a bolt, a shock that left me questioning everything I had ever felt for her.
Why did I never tell her how I felt? Why had I never taken the chance to speak to her, to tell her that she was the one who had haunted my dreams, the one who had made my heart race each time I saw her?

Now, as I stand beneath the timber sky, the weight of her absence presses down on me. I reflect on the years that passed, the love I never shared, and the moments I will never have with her. Was it love I felt, or was it just the yearning for something I could never possess?
This is the story of a love lost, of a life unfulfilled, of a woman who will forever remain a mystery in my heart. And though she is gone, I will never forget the feeling of longing she left behind.