SHE heard people say...
"Love the Ones that Love You"..

and SHE always thought it was cruel rhetoric..
spewed by bitter, calculating people who choose to crush the spark that is the very cornerstone of human existence..
SHE thought
You cant choose who you love...
Or why you love them...

SHE said
It is an explained matching of natural tendencies
of colliding sensibilities...
of pheromones bouncing across a plane of psychic connections...
charged..
ionic..

And yet...
SHE broke when the one SHE believed was created for her..
mangled the complex intricate spider web of what SHE thought was their love...
tendrils of memories and experiences whipped together and made strong by..
connections..
by conversations about existentialism...
and music ..
and poetry
and IT that is GOD
and life..
life
the thing of constant, alternating, parallel paths,
that eventually lead to an outcome that is changeable but..maybe not..
discernible...but sometimes not...
and the search for that path of THEM...would be made easier because SHE had HE by her side...

SHE
was wrong...

And SHE did what was expected of her...
Rewrite the Melody of her existence...
to a Solo...
a staccato...stilted dirge..
and any new Harmony of HIM that would raise its voice to join hers...
would be met by echo..
a roar of Silence..
a vacuum of SHE...