April 30, 2007
Maybe it was the baby. He felt that part. The pull there. It reminded him of the fairy tale. What DID Rumplestiltskin want with a baby, anyway? There was the girl too, as intricate a person as he had ever met. She had filled him with wonder. He couldn’t ask enough questions, and there always seemed to be another level to climb to, a new layer to peel away. But he wasn’t wanted there, really. That was clear. The thing was that he missed her. He missed her sparkle. He missed the baby. That would go away eventually, he supposed.