*Sigh*

Like a moth to a flame, she is drawn. His careless handling of her heart and his nonchalant ways with her only fueling her desire. He does nothing to deserve it. Regardless, she finds herself plagued with thoughts of him. She imagines him between her legs, worshiping her. She feels him inside her. She feels his lips on her own. She feels his fingers on her skin. She feels his breath on her neck. She feels his eyes on her body. She feels the power of his presence on the tips of her fingers. Her hair pays homage to thoughts of him. Her whole being is tied to him. All he has to do glance in her general direction.

She sees in every other man’s face. She has no regard for anyone but him. He is her kryptonite. He is the one person who hold the power to destroy her utterly and completely. A power that he uses often with the slightest provocation. She wishes he would look at her. She wishes he would see her. She wishes he would see her heart and touch her even for a brief moment. She wishes she could have a fraction of that effect on him. Life does not work like that though, does it. She will want him but he will want anyone else but her. She will follow him but he will easily and callously walk away from her. She will chase anyone who shows the slightest promise of filling that hole for her.

Such is the life of a woman who loves but is not loved back. Her life is nothing but fantasies of the object of her affection. There is no remedy. She could get under anyone and go anywhere, but like smelly feet thoughts of this one man will fill her brain. She will be powerless to his non-charm. She will drop everything for a ‘Hi’. She exists as a broken hearted girl, she might never recover. Only a few lucky ones are lucky enough to.