fauxcroft

The more she change to suit him the more she lost herself. The more she lost herself the more unhappy she became. The more unhappy she became the less he loved and wanted her. The more he thought of her as needy. He could not see he had the perfect love but destroyed it trying to create a love he always longed for. Self love, the love he lacked, the love he would never find and create in others. So both he and she and love were destroyed by his own damaged heart and soul. Love cannot be manufactured cannot be cloned. Love is there in all of, pure and divine just waiting to be found deep within ourselves and no where else.