Title: Puppeteer Writer: Betsy Rodino

It wasn't until today that I knew who the puppeteer was. I always felt his presence since I was a little girl feeling that we were all players on his strings, acting on his stage. I thought of you and sensed that if only we had met years ago, before either of us married, before we brought children into this world, before we established lives with others, that we would have been friends. It would have developed into love; the strongest love of all. It would have been a fairy tale world with you bringing out my best, and my making you believe that I lived only for you. It can never be. Our lives were prewritten to be separate from each other, to fulfill the master plan on another stage. I could never hurt the ones I love to satisfy an "if only". I will not allow myself to love another, at least not for the world to see. We must always keep our distance not even acknowledging a possibility of more than acquaintanceship nor tempting ourselves. My will power is great; not even you will know my feelings. So you see, I do know who the puppeteer is. It is I! Controller of my strings, controller of my life.

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