Re: FIC: Of Human Bonding [2/2] - TTATR

["rsand21266" <rsand21266@xxxxxxxxx>]

THE TREE AND THE RIVER
> Sometimes, I'm so glad I'm allowed to be with you, to be a part 
of your life, that I could cry--
and somehow, this sentence seems a little
> awkward...oh well! 
> You're such a remarkable person: 
you're strong and beautiful, 
you're reliable, you're courageous.
> You're like a river, 
meandering through the countryside,
from the mountains to the sea.  
You're flowing slowly sometimes
, and sometimes
fast. In one moment, you're a thundering waterfall
(I can almost feel the spray).
In another you're a country's lifeline
irrigating a desert full of thirsting roses.
> You know, being with you (or should I say: standing beside 
you)
is bringing out the best in me. 
I've grown so much since I know you.
I'm not the shy, geeky girl anymore that I once was 
(a thirsting tree?).
> Because I now know who I am, through you, 
and where I am: 
beside you.
> Sometimes, I wish I knew a way how 
to thank you for what I have become, because of you. 
> Being with you is like shelter from the storm. 
You're there when I need someone to protect 
from the hazards of a life 
on the Hellmouth. 
You're there when I need someone to talk to. 
You're there if I need someone to cheer me up. 
> It's you, always you. It's always been you. My river.
>
> When we're together, 
and others are there as well, 
it's like swimming
> with the current. 
They all get a part of you: 
your smile, your advice,
> your helping hand.
>
> But I know, deep inside, 
that I want more. 
That's a part of me 
I don't allow to come to the surface.
Certainly not when others are near, and
> not even when we're alone. 
That's the me that is longing to drown 
in the beauty that is you. 
Longing to drown in your eyes, 
those brown orbs of a depth 
that I can't even imagine. 
Longing to drown in the
shampoo smell of your golden hair. 
Longing to drown in an endless
> moment kissing your luscious lips. 
Longing, sometimes, to drown in
> your sex, 
your waters engulfing me.
> They still may have your smile, 
your advice, your helping hand. But
> I--
> I would like to have your heart.
>
> The heart of a river.

I have something of a fantasy: a missing scene from "Once More 
with Feeling" where Willow confesses her love for Buffy to 
herself.  

I think the song she would sing would sound something like 
this. 

Lovely, I think this ought to be put to music. Your writing is very 
lyrical, and wonderful.  

I'll go away now,
Patrick

"Will&are you asleep?" I heard the soft sound of her
voice behind me. She was finished already.

I take a breath to compose myself. "I can't sleep." I say
in shaky voice.

"Why?" She asked concerned.

"Because& I miss the sound of your heartbeat too much." I
let out with a small whimper.