This is an old, old story.
There once was a girl who fell in love,
in a moment; in a flash of conversation over the phone.
She fell down, down, down
into his deep, deep voice.
He was full of funny anecdotes. He was charming and open
and he kept calling
that girl. She fell hard
for the man and his airplanes,
his funny stories and his strange lonely life. And sometimes
when he wasn’t afraid, he told her why he was so very sad
and he held on to her so, so tight.
Why didn’t she know, oh why couldn’t she tell, then,
that the man would never let her in?
That she would be alone, in the end
strangled by his fear and her memories.
There once was a man that met a girl over the phone.
She made him smile and feel warm inside. He was happy for a while.
And she waited patiently as he travelled the world.
Years of going away and coming back. This girl, he knew
she was something else but he just couldn’t be sure.
Was it his daddy’s millions that she loved or was it him?
One day the man fell into a million pieces and called the girl.
Come, he cried, everything hurts and the walls are collapsing around me.
He wanted her.
And the girl, she came flying. Her love made her try, try, try to glue him back together. She gave it everything.
With her arms wrapped around, sitting there on a playground, a rush of love flooded
Through her. She knew, for her, he was everything.
So she sat with the man and emotions swirled around, they talked and cried together.
And that girl, she just might have been
what his frightened heart needed, over time. But the man
closed up and went away more often.
Over time, he stopped calling. Stopped needing
the girl. Stopped wanting.
And though she saved her heart for him, he finally flew away and didn’t return. And so, she
stood there frozen in time waiting, ever waiting.
But he never came. There was nothing she could do.
This girl was something but he just couldn’t be sure.
Was it his daddy’s millions that she loved or him?
Not that time, but a hundred times
Again and again, he called her, she came to him, she held him, they laughed together,
And she cried all the way home.
Away the man flew perhaps for the last time.
Off she drove tears streaming.
How could she not have known, as he flew away over and over again —
That he would never let her in.
And one day, many years later, he would find a lady to trust.
And the girl became a woman and still there was nothing she could do.
For ages the girl wondered .
What might have happened if he had given up his daddy’s millions
and stayed in her arms?
Well this tale happened
a long time ago.
Meanwhile the woman who had been
that girl stopped waiting.
After years and years of longing and wondering,
she finally walked the other direction.
She shut her broken heart away
Full knowing. She just might have been what he needed. And still,
there was nothing to be done.
Today the woman remembers, still unable to know what might have been.
But she has stopped wondering.
In the real world, she found real love. Not a dreamy or fairy tale .
And her story
Is only now being written of a girl, who became a woman and learned
She could love and be loved in return. And that is worth knowing, worth remembering
worth writing down because she didn’t stay broken forever.
She learned to love again.