She
came here to fall in love. They all do. I can see the rich hunger in her, that longing in her eyes, the way her body shifts when a man walks by, gauging her
possible suitor. Her stance gives her away, open and searching but still so timid.
I watch the hope dance across her face as she wonders if this man is the
one she is here to meet. If this is the man that will save her from a life of
solitude. But he does not even brush her shoulder as he walks past her on his
way to another lady. And the disappointment is heavy in her eyes.
Already in her late thirties, she feels the
pressure of time and she has come here determined to find the one who can fill
the void that aches so deeply inside her. Now she stands on this tower, looking out at
the tiny people below, hoping to see the love she is so desperate for. I catch
her eyes as her gaze scans across the faces here. Her smile is soft and
inviting but she does not understand the need in my eyes is not for her love.
The void that aches inside me is not for a partner but only for one who can
satiate my hunger. As I walk toward her, my stare makes her blush and I realize
just how easy this will be.