A Vignette of Imagination: Risk

 Everything he ever wanted in a woman, she was.  Her vigor, her strength, and above all, her independence turned him on to no end.  She had a way about her, of making him see who he really was.  He was comfortable with her, had fun with her, and often laughed with her.  There were no boundaries between them, no touchy subjects, or quirks that did not complement each other so well.  But how could he have been so quick to fall in love?  Did he once even determine if she felt the same as he?  The chemistry was there enough to make fireworks, but did she see them too?

Had he taken the time to guard his own heart, he would never have experienced that happiness with anyone.  Each woman before her, his walls kept them from his heart, from his true self.  But she broke down the walls and found a way into the soft spot, and he let her.  Finally he let a woman see into him.  If only he could have seen what she held inside.  He would have seen the deception in her eyes.  He would have detected it in her words that soothed him over and over.  Mostly, he would not have felt the pain of a man that had found his soul mate in love with another.

For the first time, knowing exactly the man he wanted to be and was, his heart stopped in awe at his own fantasy destroyed.  If only he would have opened his eyes to see what was in front of him rather than spent his days dreaming of what could be.  She is not to blame for making him feel like no other woman ever has.  It is him that should have opened his heart to a woman more deserving sooner.  His happy ending may have resulted.  He learned forgiveness, and now seeks to love again.  The risk is worth taking.