THE PAIN OF LOVING

Her beauty was like the red loam volcanic soils of the mountains .Rich it was from the inside out .Nutrients danced in within while above the plants blossomed, pleasing to the eye.As the farmer , he wanted to explore every aspect of hers and plant the fruitful seed of his love .
Her strength was unbecoming, even through the rain she sent her sweet aroma.Rain like difficuties strengthened her.At times it was the sun that made him too afraid to alter her beauty for the better.Maybe it was the flawless beauty and character that made him too afraid to hold on.Or maybe it was his imperfection that was playing tricks on him.But he cared to much not to know that she too was imperfect.Infact it was her imperfection that made her beautiful.She too outgrew her nutrients and the plants would be stunted.Her own inner beauty could be toxic if not exploited.
But he wasnt ready to hold on .His unfathomable doubts led him to let go , and he did .He gave up not because he wasnt strong enough but because he was too strong to risk it .He left not becase she was not good enough but because she was too good to be true.In her sadness she pleaded with him to stay but his mind was made up.
He knew he would never find any better than she could offer but still he left.She was desolate , disengaged and sad but she knew she had t let him go.In her mind angry thoughts fought"What had she done wrong ?Wasnt she good enough?"
But deep within she knew the questions so well
"What had she done that was so intimidatingly right?Why had she only manifested her good side of all these?"![tears.jpg](https://
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And she knew it wasnt her fault or his at all, thats why he let hi lose .
She let him pursue the soils of the hills and the plateus , the coast and the desert untill he finds whichever soils that pleases his heart.But the pain will live with her long enough to find "the one".
Somethings, somepeople are never meant for us no matter how hard we try.As he watched him pick up his tools and leave she knew the plant of love had withered.