She raised her fingers to touch the sun rays sprawling about her toes. Her nails brushed the hovering cylinder of energy and it engulfed her skin in light.
Never before had she considered that heart was already taken by someone… herself. She preferred to spend time in the castle of her own body, but she seemed to have imprisoned herself to the point where nobody else could win her over.
This, she puzzled as the energetic rays glowed around her fingertips. How could she satisfy her own desire to be loved and if she wouldn’t allow another to love her? What must a person prove to her that would break down her walls?
She’s hidden behind the excuse she hasn’t found the right person, and maybe not, but would not being open to love make it easier?
She stepped down from the mossy stone that had allowed her to feel the bright warmth she had desired, and breathed out at length, despairingly, so much so that it burned her ribcage.
Finding love is not an easy thing when one’s mind is so often labored with other thoughts. It’s supposed to arrive when you aren’t looking, take your flight response by surprise and knock you to your knees.
How could, yet how one want such a complex, chemical reaction when the real thing hurts so much? Perhaps because the joy one feels when one is in love surpasses the imminent pain accompanying it?
Perhaps. Or perhaps we’re all daft.