The Gipsy

The fortune teller took the deck of cards and held them in her hands. She bowed her head and prayed in silence. She looked up once more and silently began to scramble them. The girl looked as the old woman shuffled the almost tattered, worn-out deck. She then gave the cards to the girl and asked her to play with them, to allow her energy to feed the cards. The girl took them between her hands, she craddled them, she felt their thinness, their creased wrinkles, she sensed their power, the wisdom, knowledge and secrets they contained , she spoke to them, allowed them to feel her inner desires. She hoped that they would speak through the old woman, that they would help guide her and find her path. She was instructed to split the deck into 3 piles and hand them to her, pile by pile, in the order of her choice. Once done, the reading began.

The old woman spread the cards out as the girl watched on. She started speaking of things familiar to the girl, she started speaking of him. It scared the girl. He was the one who possessed her heart, the one who occupied her mind. She wanted to give up on him, but she didn't know how.  The lady said he loved her in his own way but he was unable to show or say it; he didn't know how. He never learned to love. Instead, he learned to be a man - closed, strong, masculine, responsible. He never learned to feel vulnerability, to put his guards down, to allow his gentleness to show. "He needs to find himself," the woman said.

The woman assured the girl she had a bright future ahead. She said she would be happy. She said if he was meant for her, he would return. It was up to him to make the change. The girl left as confused as before. She didn't know what she should do about him. She didn't know how to help him. She knew she wanted to make him happy, but understood that his happiness was beyond her control. Only he could find it. She hoped that he would hurry, that he would search for her, and that she was still waiting for him when he realized he loved her.