She is quite easy to love. One sees a chirpy, pretty girl who’s all smiles and giggles and he envisions her as the beautiful creature God put on this Earth solely to ease his trivial pain, to brighten up his pretty mediocre days and to make his purposeless life less miserable. He convinces himself that she is the one true love of his that every single romantic drama movie promised he would get in the end. He loses sleep thinking of how he’d stroke her soft, wavy hair, look in her big brown eyes and tell her he loves her. He imagines when she says it back his life will somehow turn around for the better. He falls in love with the idea of having that heavenly beauty all to himself. He falls in love with the idea of her.
At times, one might see her as a damsel in distress, bit of a clumsy, insecure, scatterbrained mess, badly in need of someone to remind her she matters, to hold her when she falls, to solve her silly little problems that bother her sensitive heart way more than they should, to hold her fragile body in a strong embrace and protect her against all that might harm her in the slightest. He is sure of the fact that she is a mess that needs to be untangled. He finally can be the macho man he always wanted to be, by putting her unruly life in order and taking charge of it. He falls in love with the idea of being the hero that she needs. He falls in love with the idea of her.
Then there’s the version of her that attracts boys because it is so deliciously unattainable. The kind of boy that was never denied a single wish of his in his childhood sees that girl who is always so in love with herself that she doesn’t throw a single glance his way. She is mean, cruel, and brutal even and stomps on men’s’ hearts as a hobby. The colder she gets, the more he craves her. Her high heels dig into his heart as she walks away from him. She snubs him and he yearns for her. Who would not fall for a queen who rules each soul that ever sets his unfortunate eyes upon her? He falls in love with the idea of possessing something that was so far beyond his reach once. He falls in love with the idea of her.
Easy to love, didn’t I tell you? Men pine over her because she is just that adorable.
If only they knew how hard she is to be loved by. It is all perfect loving her from afar, but if you are so unlucky as to be the one she chooses to love, it is going to hurt you more than an unrequited love. She is a bad lover. She is a sadist in love. She ruins all that she touches, she damages all that she love. She loves badly, she loves madly. She loves with a fire in her heart that burns her up and engulfs you as well.
She will no longer be the pretty little girl who smells of roses and dreams but a chaos in a sundress who reeks of cigarettes and heartache because when she loves someone with all she has got, she doesn’t keep any love saved up for herself. She forgets to love herself when she loves you.
She will no longer be the girl that flirtatiously bats her lashes at you and gives you a taste of romance and poetry. Now that she loves you, her kisses will taste like tears and fear because she has been hurt too many times and this time she is really in love and that frightens her to death.
She loves like thunder and lighting, not the thunder that gives background music to the sound of rain you like falling asleep to, but the kind of thunder that makes your heart tremble. She’s not the kind of lightening that lights up the sky but the kind that burns entire villages to ashes.
She loves like coffee. Not the way you like it with added cream, sugar and milk but in it’s true nature. She will leave you bitter to your core still leave you begging for more.
She loves like fire. Like the child that can’t help being intrigued by fire and wants to stick his hand inside the fireplace you will jump heads on in her love even though you know it burns your skin off but it is not your fault you have never known such light, such warmth before.
Like a monotheist deity she will be infuriated if you so much as let someone else cross your mind for a second. She will scream and yell and cry and like the foolishly hopeless believer she has turned you into, you will beg for her forgiveness, promising to never worship another God again. And just like Gods do, she will create a hell for you right here in this world even though you religiously fulfill all the commandments she imposes on you.
She will teach you the true meaning behind the cliché “love hurts”. She will love you with a passion, the kind of passion that derives her insane and leaves you no choice but to share the madness with her. She will inflict pain on you and in doing so; herself. She will purposefully cut you and then shed tears on the scars. She will be both your prison and your savior and you will both love and hate the fact that you can’t leave. Her words will pierce your skull like icicles. Her tears will burn holes in your heart. She will leave you and run back into your arms the next moment.
She will drive you crazy, agonize and torture you because that’s the only way she knows how to love; badly. She is a bad lover. She is a mad lover. But oh boy is she easy to love!