May 30, 2005 15:21
Hell, that's real easy. It'd be the moment when I told the gamekeeper I wanted to stay. I remember him lookin' at me an' he said, "the choice is yours to make, Blouseman. Choose which world you want to belong to, but know that there is no guarantee that the way between those two world will remain open once the choice is made.."
I remember feelin' like I was about to drown in his eyes an' that my heart was about burst out of my chest. It was unexpected and' I was unprepared for how I felt - it's been a bad few hours before that moment. But of course, there was no choice to make. The woods were my home an' he was my man. Simple as that. But the memory of his face an' what he said will stay with me forever.