The Adventures of the Amazing Pig

This story is for the person in my past who I loved so dearly. Our love was my inspiration in writing this short story.     Once upon a time, there was a Rain brought forth by the excruciating throbs of summer. Its beauty, beyond matter. Its power, immeasurable. Its love... Its love is its life...        I had no idea that this insipid element would drench me in a way I'd lose my breath; in a way, I'd lose my sight of what is just and principled; in a way, I'd bury my sanity in one of those hidden rooms of the mighty Erebus.      He came to the room with those rounded eyes that were pundits in feigning confidence. I thought I'd drown in them. His eyes are like rivers silent and deep; murky and mysterious. I wondered as to how many monsters had awaited beneath those rivers--his eyes. Subconsciously, I'd die just pondering upon a lethargic thought of paddling tips of my shaking fingers on those rivers--his eyes. This Rain had an arrogance ...

                       I am 40. Oh my gosh, I just can't believe that. Early on in my life, I have been known to keep my real age from people. I stopped aging when I was 28. However, at this point in my life, telling people I am 30 would make me a con man because my grey hair and forehead wrinkles would easily give me away.           Where have I been hiding all these years? Well, life happened. I am now a school principal. Well, how about that, huh? After years of ranting about how I wanted to leave everything behind and just go to New Zealand and milk cows for the rest of my sordid life, here I am, a school principal who stresses how to raise funds for my poor, poor school. Don't get me wrong. I know I sound so ungrateful, but I really am not. This profession has always brought me so much joy and on the sides so much integrity and accolades. I willingly succumbed to giving myself to people. ...