She wept when she went away.
Wept again,albeit with joy when she returned to his arms.
Her world was him.
This made her afraid.
She had finally found her fear and it befuddled her.
Her passion for one made her see reason in everything she did.
She reasoned and tried but ultimately knew that loving someone so deeply would bring forth a vulnerability but instead of mistakenly taking it as her weakness and shunning it.
She revelled in him,being her strength and source of energy and light.
