the day Nature’s will provoked analytical weakness, and the self-imposed expectations revolted

He spoke in elegant parables. With words dipped in grace, the implication behind his metaphors spoke directly to her heart. She was awestruck by the presence of him. Even the way he balanced tobacco and thoughts on the same tongue: his intrinsic equilibrium made her dizzy with affection.

And the mercy of his unconditional acceptance...when her unspoken truth tumbled carelessly from her gut, it provoked more loyalty to him than any blood oath taken by her ancestors.

They were inseparable. They spent hours of days, months, and seasons, talking about the untouchable philosophies of life. Their combined intellect bore its own form of consciousness, and they instinctually began to complete each other's epiphanies.

Their undeniable camaraderie vowed devotions of love. They believed (in their previously-agnostic hearts) that they were brought together by God.

Even their bodies were symmetrical puzzles of divinity. For the first time, the pieces of their existence (once strewn-about amongst a diluted society) fit perfectly in-sync.

Their souls mirrored the variance in each other's broken parts. But through a unified image of yin-yang darkness, glory ricocheted in contrast to their individual angst. Light was reflected and illuminated them whole.

And despite the imposition of modern-day society, together they ascribed to remain platonic. Respectively removed from the "normal" dating scene, their friendship birthed more fruit than the Garden of Eden.

They essentially retrained their reward centers to ignite a sense of pleasure not brought by sexual euphoria, but a new cognitive stimulation. But, one day, her controls failed.

A deep-rooted desire welled from the darkness within her. It slowly morphed into a delusional monster chimed Need for his touch. She fell sacrificed to sporadic fits of madness.

When she succumbed to its pulse, she reached for him with palpable aggression. Shuddering with confusion, he still reminded her of what they shared. It was "more" than instant gratification. It was real.

Despite his patient reiteration of their verbal bind, she began to hold good-night hugs a little longer. She craved to inhale his spirit, and dance ceremoniously derobed. And her inclination forced her body to press against his, but he gently declined with compassionate resolve.

Her daydreams became nightmares of their bodies devoured. And their conversations grew distant, like circular tracks with stationary cars.

She developed a false sense of need to love him on a level for which their minds could never reach. Her love became primal and its passion drove her to unconsciously attempt to circumvent their agreement.

And she felt rejected.

The Need was superficial, a harsh rejection of her wit. And with morose self-analysis, she ruminated with guilt.

The inner struggle of rejecting her cognitive purpose was something for which she would never recover. And to witness firsthand her human nature revealed, her left mind's rejection of her right mind's clarity was her terminal stumble.

And with no one else to blame, as she watched their love crumble, she weeped silent tears only he could hear.