The Lion & the Mouse
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In allowing ourselves to feel unashamed of our feelings, we learn to accept ourselves. In allowing ourselves to love, we are liberated. When we find the means and the courage to set others free, we allow ourselves to love unconditionally.
True love will come when all others have failed.
Pippa Caruana
She's 39 and is a garden nymph, born to Maltese parents, brought up in the Canadian countryside and at the age of 21, emigrated to that charming island called England that nourished in her a desire for dirty knees and walking books and English grammar.Married for 24 years and having raised four delightful children, she now lives at the bottom of a 17th century walled garden in a ditty little garden shed filled with all her loves; books and maps, wellies and walking boots, tea and M&M’s, a teeny bed, a reading lamp and her favourite music - classical, jazz and good ole country tunes.She spends her days weeding and pruning, sowing and mowing, strimming and picking produce for the restaurant at the top of the garden. She spends her free time, reading and writing, fantasising and dreaming, playing scrabble on her own, pottering, pondering and taking herself for long walks in the English countryside.She is both an introvert and an extrovert. She likes people but secretly loves wildlife more. She loves dancing in the kitchen and yoga at 5 am and 3 am writing with a cigarillo and the windows open and Night, kissing her fingers and lapping at her skin.Her greatest love is writing for you. Her greatest dream is that you love what she writes.
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The Lion & the Mouse - Pippa Caruana
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Copyright
1 ½ Years Later
June
July
August
The Lion & The Mouse
Pippa Caruana
Art Cover by The Little French eBooks
Published by The Little French eBooks
Copyright 2023 Anne Marie Shutt
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1 ½ Years Later
You came back when I finally found the courage to let you go.
One lone word on my phone screen with your profile picture stops me in my tracks. It makes the insides of my mouth suddenly go dry and my hands tremble.
Hello,
you wrote. In that split second of opening your message, I knew that you would see that I had seen you.
I want to write that one simple word back to you in capital letters, in bold, underlined, and highlighted. I want to yell at it from the rooftops. I want to not say anything at all. But to fling my arms around your neck, press my lips to you, and breathe my 'hello' into your mouth. I want to write hello
and then retaliate in anger. Where have you been? Why did you leave me? Where did you go?
I want to beat my fists against the chest that I want to sleep against. Sob into the mouth that used to torment me, and pull the hair that I ached to curl my fingers through. Slap your face, grasp your body, and press yourself to me, frantic for wanting you, and furious for making me suffer. I want to be strong enough to push you away so that you can't hurt me again. And, at the same time, chain yourself to me so that you can't leave me again.
You are still waiting for a reply, my fingers poised over the keyboard, hesitant and fearful. What do I say to you? That famous line from Sleepless in Seattle came to me... and all we could say to each other was, 'Hello'. How I understood that feeling. How there is too much to say to you, too much to ask you, and so really, all I can say is…. Hello
.
June
So there it is. Your back. Just like that, after 1 ½ years of silence from you. If I could jump on a plane, and meet you for coffee, I would. Just to stand there and look at you. Take you in, wonder about all the Why questions. I can't even imagine a speech. I don't think there would be any. Just this strange hesitancy. A shyness reaching out for each other's auras, getting a feel for the vibes between us, seeing if that sexual chemistry is still in the air around us.
Every warning sign in my head is flashing in brilliant colours. Heart is turning its furious eyes to Mind, and telling her to F-off, sticking her middle finger up to her sensibleness.
'Let her live fully. Let her experience much. Don't let the fear of falling, keep her from flying'. Heart is adamant and Mind withdraws, shrugging her shoulders and rolling her eyes and waiting for her opportunity to say, 'I told you so!'
When I look at you, I still want to touch you, tentatively, wondering how you'll react, wondering whether you want to respond. Wondering whether you want me as fiercely as I still want you.
One step closer so that my head needs to tilt up to meet your eyes. I am reminded of how your tallness used to make my stomach bubble, with lightness and my cheeks blush. One barely-there caress, so fleeting that I wonder whether I imagined it; against my collarbone as you lift a dark strand of hair off my shoulder. Still no words. Still tongue-tied and confused, and just this feeling of being so... alone with you. Everything surrounding us envelopes us in a thick mist, and we, the only two beings, super focused. Like a macro vision. You would like that...being in macro vision, the photographer in you appreciating the finer details of images.
Seconds matter, milliseconds even, and I find that if those seconds aren't filled, then everything is lost. I think it is why you lean towards me, slowly, allowing me to draw away from you; and when I don't, it is when you are sure of me.
When you kiss me, it is with shyness and I can't help but think of candy floss and strawberries. I remember your voice telling me your favourites and just that kiss, makes me feel like I am drowning, my chest tight, and close to bursting and there is too much to feel.
Do I kiss you back? The answer is yes because it is all my body wants to do. My mind is screaming at me, commanding my physical body to step away, and there is this internal fight of confusion. This eagerness to respond to you and at the same time to withhold from you. I feel like a Pushmepullyou in Dr. Dolittle's animal kingdom.
I want you. That's all I know. That's all I can think of. My Honesty shrugging her shoulders and raising her hands in perplexity at Mind as if to say, What can I do?
As though you have become one of my top needs, like eating, when I'm hungry. Warming myself up when I am cold, sleeping when I am tired... being with you when you are not with me.
So what came after Hello
?
Come to me,
you write… Please.
June
That sentence, I read and reread over and over, my fingers once again stroking the keyboard absentmindedly as I think. Putting down my phone and picking it up and looking at you looking at me. Waiting for my answer. I make you wait because I'm terrified to see my own words agree to your plea. Deep inside, I already know my answer. I think I'm waiting for some physical barrier to prevent me from agreeing to see you, waiting to see what will happen. If I type yes... like being struck by lightning, just after, or falling into a manhole, and breaking a leg, or slipping on a banana peel, and bumping my head so that I get amnesia and forget