if there was a backstory...

Somewhere around 1880, a person who had a passion for writing (or maybe he simply liked to pour his heart out in some format, i don’t really know), thought to write up a romance. Now this man was not the ordinary person who was trapped and bogged down in a little box that said ‘the only way love can exist, is when you have a man and a woman seeing eye to eye in some place in their lives.’ This particular young man (he was 21 years old) was capable of seeing love in other places, he could picture love between two souls that are trapped in the bodies of two men (or maybe even two women, who knows?). Now people can argue, yarn theories and various assumptions, but how can we know what went on inside that funny odd head of his? No one can answer that question because, no one can really ‘read minds’; that’s a parlour trick performed to cheat an audience in order to obtain money, a game played (and loved) by mentalists. So no, nobody can plant a rigid statement and remove different theories and interpretations. 

So yes, he ended up with two people of the most opposing characteristics. They were so opposite, that unless they were merged together as one complete unit, there remains a very short/ no story at all. Indeed, if they were left alone, the story would be~

~Chapter One 

‘There lived an Inhuman Mind that can see far beyond normal situations. This Mind was existing in one part of a town. It was going berserk because even though it (or he?!) deeply craved to touch, feel and love the physical world, no one was there to help him out. His consolation was in experimental procedures that went on from time to time (not to mention that one failed attempt where it tried to ‘humanise’ itself with the help of a particular person whose details were now locked in a file in the basement). What with the constant use of cocaine, the Mind’s life-story was slowly reaching its end.’

~Chapter Two

‘In another part of town (the same one, obviously), there was a wounded Heart. This one was an altogether different case. Sometime before our story begins, The Heart lived in a container, a fragile body. It was in full action, pumping out dollops and dollops of hope, courage and bravery to others surrounding it. It was glorious, being helpful to others, sharing out energy with other things that were alive. ‘Lively’ was the word. Heart was always ready to support and strengthen communication between those things; which our previous ‘Inhuman Mind’ would’ve described as ‘normal’ (and stupid!). Heart was very much…satisfied with the way things were going on. Until, on a very dark day, it’s container was pierced, wounded and dismissed as ‘invalided’. ‘I’m not an invalid!’, it screamed, from the top of its lungs, but, too late, Heart was out of service, dismantled, disgraced and broken. Left out to cope with itself, it made its way into town, where it decided to spend and dwindle to the end.’

~Chapter Three

‘The Mind never met The Heart. Their lives ended separately after sometime.’ 

The End.~

But our inspirational writer decided that one day, they actually /did/ meet. However, this thought brought out so many new complications.

{~to be continued.}