May 10, 2011 § Leave a comment
I once met a lion who didn’t have a heart.
The lion, however, believed in this so-called “love”.
He believed it because of a book. A story he read that told a tale of two lovers from opposite families, who in their passion also find death.
It puzzled him at first. The lion couldn’t understand why or how was that possible. He couldn’t imagine what would make one person go to such extremes for someone else. The lion was confused when he heard of this.
He would sit there, with his huge grey wings perfectly still, while he pondered. Nevertheless, as he read on, he realised that was the oldest story ever told. Of love and how it can drive you mad. He didn’t have to live it to know it was true.