A fire in her eyes tells me that she’s a dangerous predator, a sensual yet intimidating creature, ready to strike at any moment.

Yet, when I look deeper into those beautiful dancing flames, I see pain.

I see a mournful sway as the flames move sorrowfully, because she has been through so much and she had to deal with it all on her own with no hand to hold, no guidance and no one to confide in.

Her pain talks to me now, telling me of the hurt she faced from the ones she wholeheartedly believed she could trust with her soul, her heart.

All that was left from it all was fear of trying again. True terror that if she gave it another chance, she would all but shatter into nothingness, and so, the only way to protect herself was to give up the dream of real love and what’s more, the knowledge that love DOES not conquer all.