Every man that she had cared for in this life had turned love’s promise into a tease, a taunt, and a game of withdrawal’s withholding – resulting in her vulnerability’s eventual abandonment.
Whether close in person or half of a world away, they worshipped the chasm of distance to keep from expressing and experiencing her love’s healing, magical, and reinvigorating art.
Oh, they said they wanted it – sure….
But this was just to keep her giving them good attention while they left her hanging.
The worst part of this was that her heart, mind, and soul had been openly honest – but then were starved and whipped into a frenzy while she kept holding space for them, extending kindness and patience.
Eventually, she had to learn to protect herself from further injury, since not one would actually step up to claim her love and care for her, in return.
She’d had to close each door and exert her own resistance through distance.
But living without love had never been a good reason for any season in her belief system.
It created the feeling of living in barren wastelands.
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