She stared at the blank paper through tears.
How can she reply?
With her heart broken she no longer could grasp the words that remained imprisoned in the aching walls of the fragments that remained.
What emotions held her now? Not love …
She wanted to tell him that she understood but that would only release him from all responsibility.
Why did she feel she needed to give him relief from the knowledge that it was his biting sting on her that now caused her such pain? No more she cried ….
Sorry she was now that she ever took him into her heart.
Why did she do it?
He took her by surprise. She never wanted to love him.
Was he to blame for the way she looked at him? Love is blind ….
A ray of sunlight broke through the curtain
hitting the blank page.
She watched it as the shadows made shapes on the page.
She looked away knowing that the only form she would see was the shadow of a heart torn in two. Only love can break a heart …..
Through tears an object appeared on the floor in front of her.
A book … he had left it behind. She picked it up and lovingly thumbed through it.
Somewhere inside she felt the goodness and caring that was his vibration still penetrating the pages. Her first inclination was to throw the book back onto the floor. Hatred and anger from bittersweet memories ….
She could hear his voice in her head telling her how special the volume was to him. Keep it, he said, for awhile.
I want you to read it and experience it like I have because you are so precious to me.
It is only a loan; one day I will ask for it back.
The voice trailed off and as it did the pain grew in intensity. Then stopped …
How many before her had he given the book? None!
She was the only one because they shared something so beautiful that few ever really understand. A wisdom, “crazy wisdom” ….
For the first time in days, she smiled. The book lay on her lap. It is only a book she thought. But she knew that was not true.
Inside those pages were ideas and thoughts that could bring the reader to a place of enlightment. Travel to the heavens was possible! The meaning of life explained …
She realized that no one could ever convince her that he did not love her. He had! And love is never lost. Nor does love fade unless you choose to hide it away.
She decided that she would rather hold onto the love that she was given and not deny it. She will nuture it! She will keep his love for her alive! And so it was written …
The blank page now took on a new light! This will be her reply to him. Not a farewell letter but a novel, a short story, a poem perhaps.
Whatever she decided to write on that empty page will be written with passion and emotion. She will touch many hearts with her words. Every one who reads her prose will be changed, transformed and given a bit of magic that comes from being loved.
And she was loved very well. She knew. Call it Crazy Wisdom!
Someone gave me a book called “Crazy Wisdom” … because he loved me.