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Caged heart

Love.

To him it was passionate kisses.

Whispers in the night of admiration.

More importantly, being around for more than a one night stand.

Love.

To her is was sex.

Not feeling the heart ache.

And not having any emotional attachments to another human being.

He thought he could help. Give her the world and make her feel whether she liked it or not.

He thought he was getting close to touching, even warming, her caged heart.

She knew his intentions and decided she would show him the cruelties she had been shown in the past.

To help him "learn".

She fell for him. She didn't recognize the feeling til, he acknowledged it in that solemn night, whispering the three simple, yet heavy, words, "I love you."

She knew in that moment she had to leave then.

He thought, he knew in his heart she was the one who would stay.

Late that night, she woke with a start. She dreamt of him.

The marriage he promised her.

The kids he talked of having.

And the life they could have together.

All she had to do was stay, and be his forever.

But she knew in her caged heart he deserved more, than a broken cold hearted lover.

So she finished what she had originally intended to.

To shatter his heart.

She did it in one swift motion of walking out of his house, onto the quiet lonely streets.

Not once did she look back.

When he woke he found no note.

No sign of her existence.

No warmth of where she once lie.

Nothing.

Nothing but the emptiness of where she had once lie in his arms.

It was slowly breaking his once opened heart.

He would never love wholly and with the same open mind again.

His love, his so called "one and only", was gone from him, forever.

-A.G.