Back then, I knew everything. I could look into the eyes across a room and see all the secrets they contained. I could see all her hopes, all her fears and I knew I could weave the magic with my fingertips that could satisfy all her desires. I was a poet who knew the secret language that ears like hers longed to hear. I could tell the stories she had dreamt of since she was a small child. Right back to the time she wanted to be a princess and dreamt of princes riding out to take her away to those magical kingdoms that are the birthright of all such true princesses.
I knew too, that it had been a long time since she had dreamed of magical princes and high towers with banners blowing in the breezes. I knew now that she had other dreams these days and I had the keys that could unlock all her secret boxes where she kept her dreams safe from prying eyes and unwelcome attention.
I knew everything and I knew what she wanted, even when she dared not admit it to herself. I knew too what she saw when she looked around at those other boys and men and found them all wanting.
I knew everything.
I knew how to say all the things she longed to hear. I knew how to do all she wanted someone to do to her. I knew all her secret desires and the spells, chants and keys that would unlock them all for me.
The only thing I did not know was how to say those few words that would get her to give it all to me, because I knew I could never allow myself to tell her how much I loved her.
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