4yr old me: “I really liked him. We were having such fun playing in the shallows. He knew all good pools to find exciting stuff in.”
Adult me: “yeah I liked him too. He’s a good listener, interesting, gentle and attentive.”
“He made me giggle and shared good stuff to eat. He didn’t care that I’m just a girl, made me feel special. Told good stories too…”
“yeah he’s sensitive and made me feel desirable …”
“now he’s gone… why did he go… what did I do? What did you do? Doesn’t he want to play with me anymore? Was I too noisy… maybe I talked to much, asked too many questions… you are always telling me not to talk to strangers… but YOU were snuggling up to him!”
“No you didn’t do anything wrong… you’re right it was me I got carried away with the play, the conversation… my desire…”
“but why did he go he was having fun too…”
“he got scared”
“scared? of what?”
“I don’t know.”
“Will he come back?”
“I don’t know.”
“I’ve got a pain in my heart.”
“Me too.”
“And in my tummy…I’m scared it feels like I’m going to explode.”
“what are you scared of”
‘ the pain. If he never comes back will the pain be there forever?’
‘ I don’t know’
“But you said you would look after me. You said you wouldn’t let it happen again. You promised.”
“I know I blew it”
“ please make the pain go away?’
‘I can’t’
‘why not? You’re the grown up’
‘I’m afraid too’
‘why’
‘because the pain might last forever and I don’t know how to make it better’
‘so what shall we do?’
‘we’ll hold each other tight and feel it together’
‘that feels better… I’m still scared’
‘oh?’
‘if you’re scared… you might leave too’
‘If I do I’ll take you with cos we’re inseparable’
‘promise?’
‘cross my heart and hope to die.’
‘I feel like dying’
‘shall we go to bed instead?’
‘Ok but can I have a story….’
‘ sure, but no more fairytales’
