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Skyler was not your typical 32 year old, she still felt like she was 24 and was still trying to find her way. She had been engaged twice, only to feel like she was loosing herself in the relationship and breaking it off. She had spent her whole life trying to figure out who she really was, and she wasn't going to end up with someone who didn't like her exactly how she was. In the same sense, she felt that it would be unfair to the guys to tied to her if she wasn't sure if she could be truly happy.
She came home from work, and like most days she started a little dinner, then sat down at her laptop to open emails and to write. She had found fanfictions as a fun way to live in an imaginary world for a little part of her day. One day she decided to try her hand at it, she had always loved writing, and reading, so it just seemed a natural way for her express herself. She soon had a story in her head that she had to get onto paper so to speak, and she started typing away. It was about one of her favorite people, someone she admired, not only for his looks but for his works outside of his career. He was kind, genuine, caring and so many other things. Within a week she had written five chapters and had ten loyal readers and reviews. She did her best to reply to each review, and soon had one that made her feel like she had reached someone like herself.
I adore this cute little story, as you put it, about Mr. Hiddleston. Do you know him personally? You seem to know so many things about him, and have his mannerisms right. I hope you continue writing these adventures about him, they are rather enjoyable.
Thank you so much for your review. No, I do not know him personally, although I wish I did. He is quite an inspirational person. I know that it all could be for the cameras, but I feel he isn't any different away from the spot light. Are you a writer as well?
No, I am not a writer, just a connoisseur of sorts. I think you are correct in saying that he is the same in front of the camera as he is away from it.
Skyler went on to write more that evening, feeling rather happy that people were liking her silly little idea. The next day came as usual, and once she got home from the gym, she sat down to write a little more. She was pleasantly surprised to see that she had an inbox from her fan.
Lady of the Pen,
I am so pleased that you felt the need to share your story, I had started to feel that kindred souls like ours had all faded away. I see now that there are other like-minded people still in the world and it gives me new-found hope. I will give you a small token of my appreciation in the form of a sonnet.
Thank you,
Man of Tragedy
From off a hill whose concave womb reworded
A plaintful story from a sist'ring vale,
My spirits t'attend this double voice accorded,
And down I laid to list the sad-tuned tale,
Ere long espied a fickle maid full pale,
Tearing of papers, breaking rings atwain,
Storming her world with sorrow's wind and rain.
Skyler sat and read his letter twice and she couldn't stop smiling. She quickly responded for fear if she waited she would talk herself out of it.
Man of Tragedy,
I too had long since abandoned hope that there were still romantics out there. I think you should really try your hand at writing, you do so eloquently. I have hope too, that one day I will find someone who can offer me the things that I desire, not of wealth or objects, but of romance and love everlasting, these are the luxuries I yearn for. I live in a place where chivalry and romance gave way to disrespect and selfish thinking, thank you for letting me know that I am not the only one looking. I will return you the next stanza of your sonnet in thanks for your kind words.
Your Truly,
Lady of the Pen
Upon her head a platted hive of straw,
Which fortified her visage from the sun,
Whereon the thought might think sometime it saw
The carcase of a beauty spent and done.
Time had not scythed all that youth begun,
Nor youth all quit, but spite of heaven's fell rage
Some beauty peeped through lattice of seared age.
She hit send and then panicked, what if she misspelled something, should she have sent that stanza, what if he wasn't a he. Her mind raced and soon she just turned on some music and relaxed. She figured that she wouldn't hear from him again and got read for bed. The next day after work when Skyler got home she was pleasantly surprised he had sent her another message. They wrote back and forth for a month before one day he included his phone number and asked her to text him, saying his schedule was hectic, and this way he could talk to her more often. She was unsure, but soon found herself punching in his number as well as a simple message.
Hello, you asked me to text you?
I'm sorry, but who would this be?
Lady of the Pen
OH, yes, hello. I feel ashamed that I have never asked your name.
No worries, I didn't ask either, I am Skyler by the way.
You can call me Tom. How are you?
I'm good, how about you?this isn't a bad time is it?
For you, never. I'm well. How is work?
the same, and you? Still working with a crazy schedule?
I am, but I almost always carry my mobile with me so it is much easier to reach me this way.
They continued texting nearly everyday and soon she gotten quite fond of him, but hoped it wasn't just someone messing with her head. She would hate to have this amazing person break her heart and dreams of ever finding that special someone into a billion pieces.