I notice patterns. There is not much I do better than most people, but you should have known that particular thing about me. I guess that is part of analyzing things to death. In doing so, I see things the people who accept everything at face value might miss.
I know it was you. I had known for a while, before I confronted you, but your denial confirmed it. You had to know I would see. Why would you let me see, without admitting to it? Did you think I would be mad? Did you think I would find it to be inappropriate? Did you not realize how much I wanted it to be you? How I would dream of it being you all of the time? How your obsession with me feels like a dream come true? Yet, you still tried to hide it.
In stopping it, or changing your method, you confirmed it was you. I confronted no other.
Perhaps you didn’t think I would notice, but I think you are cunning enough to have considered that I would. So the only other conclusion that can be drawn is that you want me to know.
If I didn’t want your attention, I have ways of preventing it. If I thought you were improper, I would say so. I did not. I merely threw out that I had noticed, and was hoping you would take the bait. You took it, and you let me see you were hooked on the line.
So why do you still not let me reel you in?
Why would you rather be on the line, dragged in my wake? Let me pull you to me, if that is where you desire to be.
As you resist my attempts, I do not know if you want me to set you free, or to try harder to catch you. I have cut the line before, and just when I think you have gone, you do something else to let me know you are there. When you don’t respond, I think you want me to let you go. But you never do go, do you? No. I know.
I know you asked for me. I know, because I was asking for you at that same moment, that night, looking up at the sky. I saw you, on the other side. Looking up. She showed you to me. Did she show me to you? Or was it you, who wanted me to see you? Either way, I know.
I know you cried for me when I was captured by the enemy and was about to meet my fate. I felt your tears from across the sky and they gave me the strength to break my restraints and escape.
I know you had that dream about us. You know which one I am talking about. I know you would be embarrassed if I were to go into detail, so I will spare you that. But I know you dreamed it, and I know you pulled me into it. I know the images of our bodies locked together in passion there in the falling snow still fill your mind, and I know they are filling your mind right now.
So why do you still hide? I know it has been too long for it to be a game. Are you afraid? Do you think I will snare you in a trap? I know you have been captured before.
I have no intentions of snaring you. I am warrior, not a hunter.
I have nothing with which to trap you. I do not carry the tools of a hunter. I only have my desire to keep you wanting to stay with me.
Or maybe you are afraid I will see the sides you try to hide. Maybe you fear I will see your demons and will run the other way. Maybe you are worried I am too blinded by your light to know of the darkness within you.
But, my Goddess,
This is fiction. Is there some basis in reality? I know, do you?