Once upon a time, there was a girl who loved deep and hard. She loved with a passion that could hardly be rivaled even by the most tragic of fairy tales. Even though her heart was open to everyone who crossed her path and who was kind to her, only those that had a fire inside of them were allowed her infatuation. She would pursue them with the cunning of a succubus and the tenacity of a siren, allowing them to see deep inside her. The men need only let down their guard long enough to look deeply into her eyes to see the light that bound them to her. Every once in a while someone for whom the light was not intended would catch a glimpse and at once become bound to her. The girl appreciated the attentions of the lesser men but always preferred the love of her intended. To the men she so cunningly bewitched with her love, she treated them like there were no other. Never abusing them or removing them of their monetary possessions. All she wanted was their attention and devotion.
This girl, this tsunami, who came into a man’s life and upset everything he knew in favor of passion and life, learned how to give this love from lacking. All her young life, lacking that basic human need until it damaged her beyond repair and turned a beautiful emotion into a perverted version of itself. Her affections were deep for her men but she expected the same from each of them. In the way of a strong man expecting the everyday man to assist in breaking chains and lifting small planes, our misguided nymph expected a mere mortal to return the same desire and passion. When they were unable, her heart would be broken. Each time felt like the first. For days on end her wails could be heard for miles. Her light would be extinguished and the world would turn gray around her. Those who flourished in her sunlight returned to their mundane lives. The lesser men would try to cheer her up and show that they had love to give. Sweet as they were, they were dismissed from her kingdom.
After many heartbreaks our lover began to grow cold and the light in her was barely a flicker. She went a very long time with no object of affection. She found prospects here and there, saw flickers of passion in new friends but was unable to latch on in fear of pain. And as all stories have a turning point, so shall ours. It had been many months since her heart had fluttered and one day, very unexpectedly, it fluttered so hard that it beat against her chest and threatened to knock her over. The object was a familiar face and therefore the desire snuck up on her quite suddenly. With the old fervor and persistence she began the pursuit. This one was the most difficult yet and there were time when she thought she would give up for the first time in her life. Like all good temptresses, she won her man. But there was a surprise waiting for her. Cruel fate brought her to a man with half a heart. Half a heart that was damaged and no matter how hard she tried, no matter which wiles she employed, he had no love to give her. Now bound to the man with half a heart, she waits. Her own heart tells her that his can be healed and when it is, he may be the one to match her passion. Her head tells her that her passion was created from a broken place and there is no one out there that can match it. Now she waits…
