I first saw you in my dreams. I knew you might not actually exist. That was part of the excitement. Other lovers pale in comparison.
Then, came Ostara. Then, came the night. We met across the sacred fire, its flames reflected in your eyes. All that time, you were dreaming the same dream. My heart quickens, wondering: will the reality match the dream? You know it.
Merry meet, my love. And, merry part. And, merry meet again.
This is my entry for Friday Fictioneers. I’m writing this at the start of a three-day weekend and end of 9-day work week, so I’m a bit tired but this prompt brought to mind the old Wiccan greeting, so I had to come up with a story to match. Wish I had more time to write a better story but hope this one works!
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