“It is a stroke of god fortune to find one who is worth seducing……Most people rush ahead, become engaged or do other stupid things, and in a turn of the hand everything is over, and they know neither what they have won or what they have lost.” – Soren Kierkegaard
There have been many opportunities in my life that I have had and squandered, just as there have been ones that I should have walked by with nary a second thought. Everyone in their life can say that they have done things that they would have been better off not having done. Few can truly say that they have no regrets. Regrets are for the weak. Learning, adapting and overcoming those challenges and opportunities is where real Power lies.
Having had my share of lovers and consorts, there was but one that I had dared to take to husband. When we met it was as if lightning had struck. There was an inexplicable pull between us that could not be denied. I could never, nor would I ever deny that I loved the man, for I did. For all of the things that were so very right between us, we had our share of challenges. I never once, in that time wondered if it was something that I regretted, for it never was.
I cannot help what I am. I cannot help that I am effectively Immortal, or at least more unimaginably old than most humans are. I do not apologize that I am sovereign in my own right and that I make choices that sometimes might seem cold. That is the price that you pay. It is not realistic for anyone, no matter who they are to me, to expect that in a life of nearly a half a millennia, that there would have been no lovers in my past. Nor is it realistic to expect that none would have meant so very much as to come close to where the one whom you have chosen as a spouse had once stood. There were others, and one of them, I confess, who was once an enemy, later became the love of my life that I lost far before his time. And yet, my husband was so very jealous of those things that had happened, many of them centuries before he was even born. It was not as if I ever deceived him on that count. How could I, really? In short, he was a very depressed, and according to some, a very tragic man. I don’t think I would go so far as to say he was tragic. He was stronger than most knew, perhaps even than he himself even knew. But deep within the depths of me, I knew that I could not save him. Nor in the end, could I save what we once had. When I asked for a separation to go home to the Fortunate Island in order to collect my thoughts, I was rewarded with a very quick divorce, the return of his wedding band, and his shutting our children and I completely out of his life. As I said, I do not regret, nor do I curse him or the memory of that past.
Hindsight, as they say, is 20/20. But I would add to that statement that none but a fool would make the same mistake twice.
Muse: Fanny Fae / Faelyn
Fandom Original Character / Folklore / Mythology
Word Count: 532 (Not counting the quote)