~ Anas Chabarek
Todays another Wednesday, another day caught in between. We're leaving tomorrow on another great big adventure. This is all after I was a complete ass to the most important person on the planet. We're making this happen and this story's for her. Shes stuck in a gloomy hotel right smack in the city center and her batteries dying. I want to tell her I miss her and love her so so much that I'm over it and that I'm going to make it happen. All I have is laptop, time to kill, some pictures and lotsa love for her, so hit it. This is my post from my heart today, I love you.
Once upon a time, like all good stories, this fairy tale took place in a far far away land. So ancient that people forgot this tale of how hope triumphed over the days of dark and despair. So far away that some of the mystical creatures we have only heard of and seen in storybooks, movies and youtube. And so special that the only surviving tale of this is living in the hearts of those that matter.
This tale took place in the meadows of happiness just beside the valley of sunrise. There in lived a fair maiden, Arwen. She was the most beautiful maiden that walked the land but she was not a princess per say or the same old conventional princesses of old that were perfect. This was because she was roaming the meadows with a broken heart. Not many knew or understood why each suitor or travelling prince passing by could not heal her heart. Many tried but none succeeded for not many met her eyes and not many knew what treasure she was.
So she spent her days with her dwarf friends (named donkey, spineless, hopeless, snicker, bully and kingkong), Disney princes and princess, and animal cretures that could talk to her. She had many a faithful friend but none rivalled her unicorn...
...Prince! Prince was a faithful companion that rode her through the days of rain and hid with her when the clouds were above. Prince has a coat that shined in the sun and sparkled in the rain. Prince shared her joy and her passing days as the bestest friend any fair maiden could ever ask for. Arwen lived a contented life but she never stopped looking for a cure for her broken heart. Many days and night passed but she never lost hope as she gazed longingly at the stars.
On a normal merry morning, the nearby kingdom of stupidity and curse-alot set out to convert the meadow of happiness with doom and gloom. The armies of the kingdom were fearsome beasts and many were taken away to be locked away in the dungeons miles beneath the castle of stupidity. Now, the meadows were also not spared as the kingdom envied the lasting happiness that never seemed to cease in the meadows. And the mythical creatures living in the meadows irritated...
...the rulers of the kingdom of stupidity and curse-alot, the dreaded King Evil and his evil accompanying halfling follower, Mini Bin. All was nearly lost as the armies and the evil king rode through the lands, enslaving anything that moved and eventually capturing the fair maiden. Prince put up a good and valiant fight as he stood by his master determined to stand by her side but was also taken. All the mythical creatures were in despair as they watched the fair maiden locked away in the highest tower of the stupidest tower of the kingdom. There was much sadness then in the meadow and everything that flowered withered.
All hope seemed lost for all, until a wandering ranger came by the doom and gloom. The lone ranger was also tired from the years of searching and travelling. Shocked by the vicious acts of the king and his armies, the lone ranger planned a daring attempt to take out the king and hopefully unite all the oppressed creatures for a final stand against the evilness. So in admist all the doom and gloom, Sir Screwup embarked on his daring plan. By pure luck and stupidity of the guards, he managed to sneak past into the highest tower hoping to find the king, only to find the Arwen sobbing between sheets. It was love at first sight and Sir Screwup somehow managed to piss off Arwen by his stupidity which caused quite a commotion. The guards were alerted and the evil king was raging to find the intruder that managed to get through the guards.
In a determination to prove to Arwen that he was the better man for Arwen had ignored him since the beginning, the king challenged Sir Screwup to a deul to the end. Obviously it was not a fair fight with Mini Bin biting away at the legs of Sir Screwup and holding him while the king punched away at him. Sir Screwup knew that he did not have many chances to get this right and stood up again, looked at Arwen and said, "Baby, sorry for screwing up earlier but we're doing this together!". Kicking Mini Bin off into the skies, the king and Sir Screwup fought tooth and nail, biting, clawing and punching themselves silly like pollar bears on an iceberg.
Sir Screwup tripped and Arwen gasped at what would surely be the end of Sir Screwup. As the king walked over to finish the dying hero, the earth quacked and groaned underneath. Seizing the moment, Sir Screwup pushed the king back into the fiery ends of the earth. The other mythical and fairy tale creatures seizing the moment, attacked the armies that imprisoned them and managed to get free.
Arwen in the midst of standing with Sir Screwup along the edges asked him, "How would I know that you won't screwup again like I know you would because its in your name?" Sir Screwup shouted in between the raging fires, "Because I will always love you. You for who you are. Just you. So stand with me now and after this, a lifetime. Hold my hand."
The maiden trusted her heart for the first time and aho, was made whole for so was the spell cast upon her that the first to break her rules will restore her heart. There was much rejoicing as the mythical creatures watched them until the end of their days, living out their happily ever after.
There is always a happy ending but it does not come into the laps of the hero and heroine from the sky just like that. There is much in between but baby, no matter what happens, we're going to see each day together. This story might not even be funny or heart warming or even good enough to win awards, but its for you and the only message I have for you is that I love you more and more with each passing day. You warm my heart, set my mind on fire and burn my life with passion. So hold my hand today like always and walk another day and before we know it a lifetime has passed us by.
PS. Bie, we write our happy ending in our tale. Our tale is not complete, the ink is never dry as we write and we might smear the pages with mistakes and other carelessness but hold my hand as we write till the end. I love you baby.
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