My Unicorn

I saw my unicorn today. Well, when I say that, I mean I saw a unicorn. By definition a unicorn can never be someone’s.

She was quiet, still. Beautiful. It seemed like there was nothing around her; she was everything.

I went and sat nearby – close enough to feel I was with her, far enough so I wouldn’t scare her.

A unicorn has this mysterious ability to take all of your confidence, leaving you standing in a suit of jagged insecurities.

You want to stride up and hug a unicorn, hold her close and never let go. But you might scare her away.

I don’t think she noticed me.

She remained, content in what she was doing, content without me.

Unicorns are the most beautiful, purest creatures in the world – I could feel it, despite the distance between us. You’ll discover this, when you find your unicorn.

She came close to me, nudged me;

That explosion of colour and light inside my skin told me what I thought all along.

I froze.

I’d wrestled bears, fought witches, dived head-first into black pits of oblivion – but it was safe to say, now is the most scared I’ve been in my life.

For you see, unicorns are solitary creatures. They gallop around the meadows of faraway unnamed; they quietly ponder life and love, without an expression to hold on to.

Like all fools taken by the magic of a unicorn, I want to be with her forever. But maybe she is a true unicorn. Maybe I can only ride with her for so long, before she goes somewhere I can’t, or worse, decides she doesn’t want a travel companion – then I’ll have to go back to traipsing through caverns and valleys, striving to find the beauty in everything again.

But how can I, when the beauty of my unicorn overshadows all.

If our travels should end, and I must walk that path again, while she is off in the meadows of faraway unnamed, I can find some consolation;

She was my unicorn once.

Love Ethan..