Trickles of Life

THE GREAT ROMANCE

He smiled, and her lips gave a slight twitch,
Hesitant to, once again, be bewitched.
She had been here before,
And experience had taught her the lie, the hard way.
But then, to her astonishment,
He made no suggestive moves, doing absolutely nothing.
Seeming to have, in truth, intended a mere cheerful greeting.
She frowned at his receding image,
Shrugging off the hints of some long dead feeling.
She refused to acknowledge it,
It was dangerous, and she was done getting hurt.
Done being the world's punching bag.

Another smile, another twitch,
It's a lie damsel! Do not fall for it!
The twitches, slowly but surely, morphed,
From shy smile to enthusiastic grin, to full blown laughter.
Oh heaven! She had fallen!
But he wouldn't hurt her, would he?
He was too nice, too innocent.
He was not like others.
And she let herself get close.
The stone-cold heart melted to vulnerable flesh in his presence.

Her constant plea was this:
Please do not be a lie.
She had given too much to be cut off now.
The 'cutting off' was never pleasant.
It rent flesh and drew blood at its coming.
Still, he did nothing.
And she let him in even more.
Maybe there was good in this world,
Maybe he was 'the good'
Maybe...just maybe...

And then it happened.
The severing.
Wounds reopened,
Blood and tears streamed,
Bringing to nought all the memories shared.
He hadn't meant to hurt her, he said.
But when do they ever?
She had been warned, but she had dared to hope.
And hope had shattered her and left her to die.
Sorry? Since when did that ever cut it?
Could that mend her shredded heart?
She doubted that was necessary.
It was stone again. Impenetrable. Dead.
And this time, she was sure, it would never live again.

Love was nothing but a made up concept.
No one was capable of such innocency.
She had been foolish to think 'flawed man' could pull it off.
A concept that had been conceived in man's hopefully fantastical mind.
It hurt too much!
She had given him so much that her stony heart was cracking.
The strain of holding it in, unbearable.

Help!
Silence...
Then a soft, gentle wind.
What was that she felt?
That soothing reply to her cry?
"Do not fear, for I have rescued you,
I have called you by name. You are mine."
And then she felt it,
A love so great she was a puddle at its caress.
How? This wasn't supposed to exist.
But it was there, and it was real.
No. Not 'it'.
Him. Love Himself.
And He was here to show her what true love felt like.
That He wasn't a fantasy, that she could have Him.
That she was His!

With love-struck ecstacy,
She ran into His arms.
Finding, right there in His embrace,
The one thing her heart had forever longed for.
The one thing she had dismissed as non-existent.
Love.
She knew at that moment,
That she had found the best version of Love.
The only true version.
And what she was experiencing,
Was nothing other, than The Great Romance.

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