The Androgynous Set, a General fanfic

An age ago, I sent you that. Soft and transparent between your fingertips. I was your goddess on her knees; you were the knight I couldn't have. Back then, I was the weirdo; my nose in a book, my hair curled while everyone else's fell short and straight. I wrote as they flirted. We all wasted away. Back then, you were too tall, even for a man; a freak and a runaway. You wore more makeup than your mother, lusted after designer labels, and sang while everyone else studied.

An age ago, I sent you that. A single sheet of paper, crumpled with time. You memorized it; thought the words were perfect. Thoughtless and unprovoked, maybe, but tantalizingly pure.

An age ago, I sent you that. A poem that I couldn't have written about anyone else. You can still recite it to this day. And you do, and are startled when I sing the words softly in time with you.

An age ago, I sent you that. My words rang in your heart as your image haunted my dreams. We had never even met.

An age ago, I sent you that. I sent you that.

These two were a set of poems I wrote. The first was the poem I wrote about the "knight I couldn't have." The second is a story about what I wanted to happed if I ever sent the poem to my knight. He'd read it, love it, then, years later, we'd meet someday, and he'd remember. But that's because I used to be (and still am) a hopeless, hopeless romantic.

Mina