I want to take all of the men of my life; past, present, and future; on a journey. I would ask each to pack a bag, don traveling clothes, and meet me pierside. Together we would all board a ship and set course for open sea.
And each day from dawn till dusk I would stroll from one to the other and share my mind. We'd smile over memories, feel the throat lump of tragedies, and dream of islands in the distance. And when the sharing was done I would call a storm from the sky. Like a Prosperian task it would be a tempest to top all tempests. The winds would rip at the sails and lightning crack the mast. And each of these lovers, both imagined and real, would grip the railing and ready themselves for a drowning leap into the sea.
Only now would I ask Ariel for one final task: Calm the raging storm and gain his freedom. The skies would clear and azurean peace would surround us.
Then floating on that tranquil sea I would lay prostrate before them. I would tell each that any hurts or wrongdoings had been unintentional and beg to be forgiven. And with these words a freed Ariel would whip up a wind to carry them all to their own dreams.
And spinning laughter would fill the air.
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