Life is beautiful.
Everything works in harmony to create a perfect balance. There are worlds within worlds within the oceans of our bodies, and each piece fits to another, to create a bigger piece, until universes expand. One may feel impossibly overwhelmed by the scope of it all, but life has a solution: Every soul is shaped to fit perfectly with its mate. Destined hearts collide, and everything seems new again.
When you meet, love is the last thing on your mind, but right away you notice a special energy inside you. As time passes acquaintance becomes friend, and the energy between you grows. You start to wonder if this is ever going to pass...The sun seems brighter...Life seems like it can't get better, but it does. Everything about her, good and bad, amazes and completes the missing pieces inside you. Every imperfection is perfect.
As the two of you grow closer, you forget about every other part of life. You lose the urge to roam, and gain the desire to please. You can't believe how lucky you are, and you know that nothing will ever come between you and your queen, although you haven't shown her your hand yet, because the art of seduction takes perfect precision and patience.
Then you can wait no longer, and you finally open up and declare true love! You just know that you were meant to be together, and you swear that your only passion is making her happy forever. Life is beautiful.
You feel vulnerable (and a little bit scared), having spilled your long-held secret, but you know the person you love, and you mean what you say.
She is on board at first, but she thinks about it for a while and finally says, "Thank you, but no thanks." She certainly appreciates your company, she says, but she isn't on the same wave length, or page, or planet. Your brain hears this, but not your stubborn heart. It tells you how it feels every day. Every day.
What about the balance? The beauty? Destiny? You are alone among millions. Your heart refuses to let it go, and everyone you meet post-rejection seems drab and uninteresting. You are trapped alone among millions. The busy world goes on for everyone else, which only adds to your pain. You go through the motions as best you can, hoping that God will eventually show you a little mercy, but months and years slip by and the wound will not heal, and it's slowly destroying you from the inside...The sun seems annoying...Food is tasteless...Life is beautiful.
I just tried to write something that jars the reader at the last minute. Fiction people!
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