[ WP ] Tell the story of a spider that fell in love with an arachnophobe .

I fell for her. To her. Down I fell, from the ceiling on high, twirling, whirling, all my arms spread wide for balance on impact and to take her, to hold her close. 
 
 “ I am coming to you, my darling. ” This is what I thought. “ I am coming to you, if only you will await me. ” 
 
 They had said to me, before, those detractors, they had said “ Oh, go on. Go on and find a lady spider. Go to her, bring her the furious buzzing form of some insect or other. Romance her. Entrance her. Then soon you will have eggs, tens of them to a clutch, and your parents will look at you with pride. ‘ So clever our son, ’ your parents will say, ” they said. “ ’ So clever our son to do this thing that all spiders do, to start a family and give us grandspiderlings to cherish in our old age. ’ ” 
 
 But they had not seen her. Not with my eyes. How, if they had, could they say what they did? I think it would be impossible. No. No, if they saw what I saw, they would say instead – indeed, they would implore it, they would cry and shake, such would be their passion – “ Ignore tradition! ” they would say. “ Ignore your parents! ” they would cry. “ Ignore eggs and spiderlings and all the rest! ” they would scream. “ Here now is the most beautiful woman there has been or will ever be, and you must go to her and you must win her. To do else is foolishness. ” 
 
 And I would agree. 
 
 I landed upon her neck, prickling feet piercing her skin with love and barbs. From my rear, the end of a trail of silk, soft and supple as her breasts, dislodged and fluttered away. With it, those last remnants of my nervousness, too, for those could not exist in a time of such optimism and affection. 
 
 The hairs of my legs and body began to quiver in excitement and also from the enormous vibrations traveling up her skin. Perhaps she was greeting me in her giant voice. 
 
 I wanted to say to her, “ My love, my everything. I do not know you as of yet, but you are beautiful to my eyes and cherished by my heart. I would so love to escort you on a night in the town. I expect you look beautiful in moonlight. I wish you to be mine, and I so hope you will consider and accept this, my proposal, forward as it is. ” 
 
 But I am a spider, and I had and have no voice, and so instead I scampered about her skin, tracking my love upon her in that, the only way I knew how. 
 
 The vibrations increased in strength, and I found I was torn from her and thrown, crushed legs and burst abdomen, and the juices of my gut leaking over all. I landed far away, and the vibrations of her voice were small now, and though I struggled to move I found I could not, and also that I was dying. 
 
 “ Alas, ” I thought. “ Though I wish you had accepted my advances, I must accept that I was not the one for you. My compliments to whomever is so lucky as to win your hand. Truly he must be a better spider than I. ” 
 
 And then I lay, and waited for regretless death. For it is better to have loved and lost one ’ s life than to never have loved at all.
