I don't understand how someone can walk away from love. I can't decide if I admire or despise that quality in a human--sometimes I feel like those people who are capable of boxing up their hearts are a step ahead of the ones walking around with it on a platter. Perhaps the middle ground between the two is where all the sane people in this world reside. It's finding that balance that is so difficult. I am Love's greatest enthusiast, and my lovers are always Love's skeptics.
There once was a woman who never thought she'd find love. And one day, in the most unlikely of places she met the most beautiful man in the world. When she met him, he was a hermit. He took no interest in people and spent his time with books. But his eyes were made of fire, and when she looked in him she believed in life again. Over the years, she fed and housed him, loved him selflessly--perhaps a bit too much, nurtured and supported his talents and passions. She patiently coaxed him out of himself, and learned every inch of who he was. In return, he saw her in entirety. She hid nothing. She had never known or been known by someone as much as he. Over time, the fire in his eyes caught the glance of others, and no longer was he a hermit, but a Prince. The woman rejoiced and celebrated her lover, the butterfly blossoming into full color! And yet he was able to sit up one day and see no more of what he wanted in her-her devotion, her love, were all things the world was lying at his feet now. And without hesitation he walked across an invisible threshold, up into a brand new castle the town had built for him, and shut the door in her face. Now he is unreachable, except for when he briefly opens a window in his castle to ask a favor or murmur "I love you," just to make sure she still sits, awaiting his return. From the porch she can hear him laughing, drinking, seducing other girls inside. And when enough time passes that she pops into his head, he walks upstairs to look down and make sure she hasn't left completely, that she's still miserably plucking daisies and waiting for a different outcome. When does she get the courage to stand up and walk away?
"I'm going to make you mean it
With every single cell of me
I'm going to make you mean the words you sigh."
