She loves him but feels nothing. Numb to his romantic monologues, that at one time felt true. Disappointment and heartbreak slowly fuels the courage to say “I’m through.” Her anger amplified by the fact that these broken promises are honest in his heart. But his immature inconsistency, his backward stutter step, consistently tears them apart. She test other men in secret, In hopes of feeling remotely close to who she was, when he was, Who he claimed to be. Yet they fall short to his fantasy and animalistic attraction. Tears fill her eyes for he is noble in thought but weak in action. In love with his potential she waits for him to fall back in love with himself. Maybe leaving significant space in his self centered life to once again ignite the passion which once made her heart melt. To risk heartbreak is to love unconditionally, but to break a good woman’s heart is Imbecility.