Less is more....

There was no want, need, or desire, at least not until she appeared. Up to that point, life contained everything that one could want. There was the job that pleased him, good health that had followed him since birth, and looks that--while not perfect--caused a certain segment of society to stare. It changed with a chance encounter in a place far from “home”, at which time his life, as he previously knew it, ceased to exist. In her, he found what he did not know he was lacking, love. And with that came the overwhelming feeling that there had been a large portion of his life wasted, and he wanted nothing more than to regain the lost in her arms. It did not last. As quickly as she arrived, she vanished. In the wake, a broken, lost, and confused man emerged. There were no words, actions, or feeling that could resuscitate what was destroyed by her exit. The shell that remained trudged on and attempted to recapture the magic of self-fulfillment that once permeated his being; but there was no hope. Whoever said that it was better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all, was a sick bastard. Ignorance truly is bliss.