He was a person who imagined he was capable of great love. All of his true loves were great loves, at least to him. He imagined a fantasy type of love. Love was something which was both more and less than how he saw it. His approach to love was to give, which made him happy. He fell in love easily, but did not fall in love deeply. He was open to love. And love hurt him, like it hurts everyone. He was nothing and a little bit of everything.
She was dark and was more beautiful than shes had a right to be. She was flawed in as much as she was perfect and it was hard to find someone who could share that and not just use it.
They met one day when she was in love.
Their relationship and love would be defined by this dynamic, unavailability.
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