Untitled and Unfinished

I fell in love once I think, with a girl just as lost and confused as me. A girl who was searching; I imagine, for that story book feeling that everyone told us we would feel when we found our princes.

“HE will come and sweep you off your feet” they said.

He was supposed to be dark and tall and dangerous… a bad boy with a heart big enough for just to two of us. The type of boy that would grow into the man that awakened every feminine desire we ever possessed. Evoke a yearning, throbbing, burning that could not be tamed without his touch. And I imagine that she didn’t find what they said she would. Don’t get me wrong… I’m sure that he was just as beautiful as they would have wanted. But every kiss was hollow, sweet words were vapid, and his touch…. Simply put it didn’t fit, things felt wrong and I imagine that she begin to panic and blame herself. For there must be something wrong with the girl who would deny a prince, If they say he is perfect then what does that make you. The one who would deny, and turn against all the world has to offer in his human form. I imagine she was told to try again, and again, and try some more; each time slowly chipping away at her soul. So when she came to me it must have been at her lowest point…..Searching, for feeling, for life, for rightness. My only hope is that she found what she was looking for. As she lay into me I was able to make her feel all the things that they had told her about. I wanted to make her feel right and wanted; alive.