She has walked 10,000 miles through fire and ash and has become like tempered steel. There is strength in her eyes and unequaled beauty in the lines and curves of her body. She is divinely female. Every rebirth, through the dark nights of her soul, has brought her to this place. Her essence is now a heady nectar. She walks with grace of femininity, and the gaze of many follows her wherever she goes.
Yet, she is constantly searching above the sea of many, searching for just one.
The movement of the many flit about, tasting each other, but they never stay long. They're like worker-bees, tasting of many flowers, their eyes always on the Queen.
There is one. He has grown weary of the mundane. Though nearly exhausted from the constant battles of life. he stands tall from the test of time. Now, he searches above the sea of women who have passed through his life, tired of the everyday. He searches for one who brings meaning in his life.He knows there’s something more out there. Something he can't put his finger on. Yet, her scent is so much more intoxicating than anything he's ever known. Her exotic nectar leads him.
They meet, their eyes locking. From that moment, everytime they come together, profound joy replaces all the years that brought them to this place. Suddenly, life comes into focus, with amazing color and clarity. The air becomes cleaner, the world brighter. Even the music is sweeter.
Yet, once again, life moves in, as it so often does. Life in a modern age reveals all, and the buzzing, of days gone by, begin to send her requests to friend all his conquests from his past, all who he had chosen to remain connected, with trying to hang on to his conquests and still move forward. He had failed to clean up his life from a time when he had been just content to just be. His choices.
He had not prepared for the one who would move with him, and through him.
But she had chosen a different path. One that did not include a man who hadn't let go of a time gone by. She sighs, then with a shake of her head, she turns and walks away.
An age-old story. He hadn't been ready afterall.
And she's already gone.
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