A person who is too nice an observer of the business of the crowd, like one who is too curious in observing the labor of bees, will often be stung for his curiosity
– Alexander Pope
4 years of endless questioning love. As bald as a newborn babe. As blind as a bat. As white as snow I haven’t written anything in a while to my love one, Zachary Taylor. The soul of Mary has guided me to reach success in life, but it hasn’t given me the strength to love. I’ve felt the emptiness of a starving man’s stomach since I’ve left Tiburon to make my dreams come true as a professional writer in the city of the Big Apple.
I’ve been remaining inactive since I haven’t talk to that one man who makes me into a nigger lover. A camera keeps memories and thinking back in the old days of our fascinating love story between Zach and I which began in the best era of loving, the teenager life, makes me pick up the camera again and scroll the unforgettable pictures. I couldn’t get out of my mind the walks in the lake, our picnics in the pink house, his kisses, yes they were like tire explosions; it was as sweet as the whispered breeze of evening. Loving him was all I had and now have.
Since I’ve graduated of school in the summer of 1968 it has been difficult to keep up daily with Zach. I knew that if I wanted to become a writer I had to go to the best place, and for me that place was New York City. Meanwhile Zach didn’t knew if he would finally end up studying law so he decided to stay in Tiburon for one more year to define his future. When the time came for my dreams to be heard no one, Zachary Taylor will push them aside. I was ready to leave by then and be those fascinating writers such as Harper Lee, white as milk and great with the company of chocolate chips.
The first days in the university were going well. I started meeting new people who kind of share the same ideas as I did but none of them were like August Boatwright, my soul mate who light up the sweet bees and Mary’s soul, who outstand the female power. I felt the loss of Tiburon really quick. Becky’s laugh was gone, June’s anger wasn’t painful, and everything was kept in a box till it was time to go back to those memories that would be approximately re-opened in 4 years.
Starting a new phase of life, in a new place can be challenging, but it started becoming enjoyable through the pass of time. It felt as if I was watching the grass grow, as if time was reversed couple times to change its speed, just like hearing the word turtle. The hallways were big and knowing if I had to go right or left, forward or back were becoming easier because I finally made my self-visible to the world of college.
Summer, autumn, winter and spring were multiply times 4 were it reached to the point of the 5th round of summer, they say it is the ending of a school year, but for me it isn’t, it was the end and beginning of the road to build my writing. Once again I’ve collocated my blue graduation gown, picked up my index cards, I’ve stand in the podium and with a few words of hope I’ve finally delivered my appreciation to all this years of apprenticeship that have been offered to me.
“Folks this is not the end to learn, it is to keep learning independently and be able to discover things unpredictable to our minds. I am thankful for the guidance studying has given me; it was the introduction to our beautiful world. But now folks it’s time too put our perspectives into our world and follow alone in the journey of making our dreams happen.” Thank You. I’ve received gently my last Diploma and I was getting ready to change the engine speed of my mind and define my new life that will last till my grandma years, obviously with the love of my life, Zachary Taylor.
Now the Big Apple is fading away in the cloudy environment of a plane departing in the shining clouds full of air, appearing after of couple of hours in the Sabal Palmetto city, my reason to gain my heart and soul again. I’ve arrived. I am so excited to see the pink house, August, June, Neil, Rosaleen, everybody in Tiburon, especially Zach, the love of my life. Now I stand in front of the wall that separates love and independence, and here I am climbing the independent wall to reach to the love side back again. Yes, gain my love story with Zack back to feet, walking forward and steady.
Seeing August and Rosaleen when walking through the door was wonderful and at the same time emotional because I haven’t received through the past years news from them only in the beginning were it was hard not contacting with them, receiving at least 5 letters per week. Time kept going on and there’s nothing you could do that could create the same connection that you have with your love ones, as actually seeing them physically, for me it is like the smell of honey around. “So Lily how are you honey lover?” August said. “I’m fine August I’ve so many things to tell you”, I said. “We know honey we also have to keep you updated of the new things that are circulating around here”, Rosaleen said in an anxious manner that I didn’t expected to be as.
It is a long ride from the airport to the pink house and keeping up with
and August’s unexpected news that were flying around in my head was becoming quicker. We were able to approach the long way home to keep up with what has happened to us this couple of years, and it actually worked for me because the only thing I am thinking of right now is of my better half, Zachary Taylor.
As anybody would say, my legs were shaking as a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. Without a binocular I could see far away the pink house, the place were my soul was kept. Arriving back again in the spiritual setting of Mary’s eternity belief and May’s remembrance, my other soul mate has giving me chills in all my body. August and Rosaleen said that I should go to unpack my things at the honey house bedroom and then we could spent the time talking more of our lives.
I appeared to the honey house and I saw something really rare. I couldn’t feel Deborah’s smell or spirit around me as before. I couldn’t feel the strength I found when I entered in the room and there’s nothing I can do about it. I was unpacking my things when I saw a kite in the air, a beautiful yellow and black kite that was flying in the air. I was wondering if August built it for me and also made me guess that it was a sign to call me, so I went outside to see it. Quickly I opened the door and another surprised became visible to my eyes. Using the kite were two really tanned kids that looked like 2 years old playing right there in front of me. I got myself into the view of those niggers whom I’ve never seen before in my life with a preoccupied face of who those kids belonged to.
My feet rushed to the pink house, were I found absolute silence, the silence that keeps a secret holding back of the house, I could feel it and it was no joke. The door suddenly was closed and this beautiful very charming black lady with a mixture of green and blue eyes came to open me the door. She didn’t look as if she was working for August; she was really fashionable with her bow and straight hair with her blue camisole that I also have and love to wear.
Hello, come on in Lily, she said. How do you know me? I said. Well I know you from a lot of stories Zach, August and Rosaleen have been telling me about you this past years. Wait, what? You have been here since how many years? Oh I have been living here 2 years ago. See that house over there back of your bedroom I live there with my children while his father works we spent the time here helping Rosaleen. So those kids playing outside with a kite are yours? Yes they are. So, tell me what is your name? My name is Domenica.
So meeting Domenica became really strange. I thought those children were June’s and Neil. She came out of the nowhere and appeared into my magical world of bees, that I don’t want her to ruin. But she mentioned the name I was looking for through all day, Zachary Taylor. With the confidence of a broken heart I went to the pink house back again to look for Domenica so we can know more about each other, that moment looking for her my heart finally braked into pieces. I was amazed I found Zach, but touching his choco crispy lips with Domenica’s. Game Over.
Honey, why didn’t you tell me that Lily was here? Zach’s lovely voice was heard and repeated several times in my ears. Oh I totally forgot that I talked to Lily just a few minutes ago I am so sorry honey, I wanted you guys to see each other rather than just telling you. Domenica’s jealousy voice drifted away and I finally had my moment of tearing and shock that bring up to Zach as our confusing reunite.
Why did you do this to me, Zachary Taylor? You don’t have any idea what I’ve spent my savings for only to see your sacred face. Now I am standing here looking at your wife and you are building your whole new love story while I am just your friend. That hurts dude. I’ve been honest to you this whole time I love you till death and nothing is going to change that. Zach with his disappointed look was able to see my eyes and reached to my hand but instead of kissing it softly he took me outside for a long talk.
Zach loneliness for the past 4 years was impossible to hold, that’s the reason he decided to leave me and find a new girl he was sure to be near to in his life. He got bored of me, my smell wasn’t with him and my sweetness was packed with me too, all to my own and he decided to keep moving on. He met Domenica in a strip bar she, was so sexy and reckless that he totally forgot about me, because sexiness is not one of the attributes I posses, is one of my weaknesses. He changed the sweet of bees to the sexiness of the Queen Bee’s empire. And he finally said I loved you Lily. It is too late.