God only knows how he's lodged such powerful emotion within my heart but, reminiscing about the old times, I couldn't help comparing this extraordinary young man to the men who'd previously swept their way in into my life and caused nothing but anger and frustration. 'Is he any different?' I couldn't help myself wondering. Is this just the Universe teaching us vital lessons about Life? Or is it written in each one of our destinies, to undergo pain and rejection, before obtaining our ultimate goal? Each time I've come across the one thing I most wanted, only to have it grabbed away from my reach. Is he any better than the first lesson, who'd tried to control his emotions by keeping them sealed away in a dark rotting chamber known as his 'heart'? Is he any different from the second who forced himself into my life only to retrace his steps like the maniac that he was? Could he be any different from the third who was just a player and nothing more? Does the game stop here or is the Knight of Wands just another pawn provided, to have me run around in never-ending circles? I dearly hope not since these challenges just weaken my resolve with every passing day.
He was the last one I noticed, amidst all the confusion of getting settled in Hell's Oven and making sense of the chaos created by the devil's helpers. I didn't notice him sitting there at the end, radiating a powerful aura of personal contentment and self-confidence. But when I finally did, nothing and no one around him shone as brightly and all I could do was stare and marvel at how splendid a creation he was. If only he'd know how hard I've tried to overcome the urge to reach out a hand and ruffle that magnificent mane of hair of his which so closely resembles a lion's. Many a time I've had to swallow a giggle at the way he attempts covering up silly errors with an exaggerated sense of masculinity. Please don't be just another one of the Universe's many lessons, beg my mind and heart in unison. He doesn't create a magnetic forcefield around him in my presence, like the fourth lesson. But he doesn't feign indifference which hurts just as much as rejection does. He's perfect just the way he is and I pray that this pure emotion we share doesnt just wilt away like leaves during fall, but fluorishes into a treasure worth cherishing for eons to come.
