A Heart to Give
There once was a little boy who knew nothing about love. He had no one to teach him and so he took off into the world to find out on his own.
He first met a kindly woman who took him in to be with her family. She fed him and gave him his own room, but made sure he worked very hard to earn his keep. This must be love, he thought as he watched all the children running and playing in the day light. At night, though, the children would lock their doors and hide under the blankets as the kindly woman would change into an ogre smashing bottles of empty, foul smelling liquid and yelling things only other ogres would understand.
The boy soon left that place and grew to be a young man. Still unsure of what love was, he was eager to find out and set about making a living for himself. While he did he met a sad princess whose prince had recently abandoned her and taken her heart. The young man felt for her and held out his. She was shocked by his kindeness and fell immediately for his boyish wonder. The young man was happy for a time as the princess took him places and helped him to feel things he had never imagined feeling.
He tended to her every wish and whim until one day she stopped playing with him and found himself dressed as a servant, living in the servant's quarters. She returned from a long journey and returned his heart to him, beat up and threadbare telling him she needed a new one now and sent him on his way.
Holding his used heart, the young man find solace in a kindly peasant girl, whose bright, curly red hair and elvish features excited him with new life. She carefully handed him her heart in exchange for his and she put it in a box for safe keeping.
The young man was happy once more and for a short time learned about the mysteries of women for while the peasant girl was poor she was wealthy in ways of the heart and made him feel like a king. But soon the young man felt too important to deal with the peasant girl and one day dropped her heart. Quickly he realized his error and brushed it off and held it close once again, but it was only a few short days when his heart was returned to him, more torn and tattered as she had given it to one of the local brutes to use as a kick ball.
Gathering his heart up, the young man continued onward to a new city and a new destiny. having thought he knew what love was and then to be dissapointed he became more cautious and less open when he met others.
After a long time and new venture found, he met a hand maiden more exotic looking than any other he had seen in the land. He warily approached and slowly learned more about her until, one starry night, he gave her his beaten and tattered heart when she explained she could mend it provided he find her a blade of matrimony. He hesitated unsure if love should be bartered in such a way, but her smile was warm and her tone calming so he assumed she had the best of intentions in mind. And indeed she did after a period of time.
Once his heart was mended, however, she began using the blade to whittle little pieces off his heart. When he asked her why she would do such a thing, she said this is what love is and with each piece she would plant it in the ground and something would rise up: a home, a wagon, a piece of jewelry, livestock, clothes, and not knowing any different the young man knodded his head with approval and went about his business.
For many years this process occured until one day the hand maiden had whittled away his heart to nothing. When the young man learned this he asked where his heart had gone. The hand maiden was angry with him and pointed her finger saying he must have given it to someone else in the middle of the night. The young man denied such a thing - he had only given it to her.
Every day, the hand maiden chastized the young man about losing his heart and what HE must have done with it. His home and his business began to suffer from lack of attention while he searched for his heart, but to no avail. He asked if he could borrow hers, but she said she couldn't trust him with hers since he managed to lose his own.
Finally, it was clear to him he would never truly understand love without his heart and he packed his things and left. "Why do you leave?" asked the hand maiden.
"Because I have no heart. And without a heart I can not love you, and if I can not love you, there is no point in staying here to be ridiculed and hurt" the young man explained.
And with that, the young man walked down the familiar path he knew so well in search of a heart to call his own.
There once was a little boy who knew nothing about love. He had no one to teach him and so he took off into the world to find out on his own.
He first met a kindly woman who took him in to be with her family. She fed him and gave him his own room, but made sure he worked very hard to earn his keep. This must be love, he thought as he watched all the children running and playing in the day light. At night, though, the children would lock their doors and hide under the blankets as the kindly woman would change into an ogre smashing bottles of empty, foul smelling liquid and yelling things only other ogres would understand.
The boy soon left that place and grew to be a young man. Still unsure of what love was, he was eager to find out and set about making a living for himself. While he did he met a sad princess whose prince had recently abandoned her and taken her heart. The young man felt for her and held out his. She was shocked by his kindeness and fell immediately for his boyish wonder. The young man was happy for a time as the princess took him places and helped him to feel things he had never imagined feeling.
He tended to her every wish and whim until one day she stopped playing with him and found himself dressed as a servant, living in the servant's quarters. She returned from a long journey and returned his heart to him, beat up and threadbare telling him she needed a new one now and sent him on his way.
Holding his used heart, the young man find solace in a kindly peasant girl, whose bright, curly red hair and elvish features excited him with new life. She carefully handed him her heart in exchange for his and she put it in a box for safe keeping.
The young man was happy once more and for a short time learned about the mysteries of women for while the peasant girl was poor she was wealthy in ways of the heart and made him feel like a king. But soon the young man felt too important to deal with the peasant girl and one day dropped her heart. Quickly he realized his error and brushed it off and held it close once again, but it was only a few short days when his heart was returned to him, more torn and tattered as she had given it to one of the local brutes to use as a kick ball.
Gathering his heart up, the young man continued onward to a new city and a new destiny. having thought he knew what love was and then to be dissapointed he became more cautious and less open when he met others.
After a long time and new venture found, he met a hand maiden more exotic looking than any other he had seen in the land. He warily approached and slowly learned more about her until, one starry night, he gave her his beaten and tattered heart when she explained she could mend it provided he find her a blade of matrimony. He hesitated unsure if love should be bartered in such a way, but her smile was warm and her tone calming so he assumed she had the best of intentions in mind. And indeed she did after a period of time.
Once his heart was mended, however, she began using the blade to whittle little pieces off his heart. When he asked her why she would do such a thing, she said this is what love is and with each piece she would plant it in the ground and something would rise up: a home, a wagon, a piece of jewelry, livestock, clothes, and not knowing any different the young man knodded his head with approval and went about his business.
For many years this process occured until one day the hand maiden had whittled away his heart to nothing. When the young man learned this he asked where his heart had gone. The hand maiden was angry with him and pointed her finger saying he must have given it to someone else in the middle of the night. The young man denied such a thing - he had only given it to her.
Every day, the hand maiden chastized the young man about losing his heart and what HE must have done with it. His home and his business began to suffer from lack of attention while he searched for his heart, but to no avail. He asked if he could borrow hers, but she said she couldn't trust him with hers since he managed to lose his own.
Finally, it was clear to him he would never truly understand love without his heart and he packed his things and left. "Why do you leave?" asked the hand maiden.
"Because I have no heart. And without a heart I can not love you, and if I can not love you, there is no point in staying here to be ridiculed and hurt" the young man explained.
And with that, the young man walked down the familiar path he knew so well in search of a heart to call his own.
but mmmm.....incest...shit i meant apple pie
Probably not the best attitude but fuck it all. Its the best I can do. Anyway, thought I'd say hey to a fellow central coaster.