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I fell in love.  From the first moment I saw her, my heart was stolen.  I could hardly draw my eyes from the divine beauty that stood before me.  A vision clad in black velvet and purple silk.  Her waist drawn to proportions beyond perfection by metal ribbing and silk cloth.
From that second forth my mind was full with singular thoughts of the pristine beauty that walked the earth beside us mortal men.  My work, my thoughts, my play all led to down one singular path, a path that led to her, a path that led to my new goddess who ruled my life.
Never before had feelings like these, the vortex that is love, brought me in this direction.  Always this crimson tide had had dragged at my heels, dragged me to immeasurable depths of despair and self loathing.  But as my feelings for her grew I felt the vortex, through which I had fought upwards each previous fall, lift me.  A breath of warm air, elating me further towards what I desired, towards my final goal.
Simply put, I am a coward.  Never before when I had any inkling of these feelings, or had a greater feeling of attraction had I acted upon them.  The closest that I had ever got to acting upon my feelings was telling someone that I once held great attraction for her.  But now I am different.  Though I am still a coward, each fall I have suffered, from watching the ones that I loved, the ones that I cared for fall for other people, friends, enemies, strangers, I had fallen, each time to a depth that was deeper than that I had ever experienced before.  But also each time I fell to further depths the strength I gained from pulling my self, dragging myself to move onwards, each effort has given me strength.  Each fall and rise has empowered me to find that which I most desire.
Courage.
With these great feelings evinced in me by my true Venus, I felt the brushings of that power.  With that silent caressing of courage I felt I had the power to conquer any heart.  I knew I could act upon these feelings, I could find my Aphrodite.
Following her from the refectory I began to ask.  As time was short and we must part soon it was perfect timing, I asked of her plans for the following weekend.  This brought about my first fall of the day.  She was busy, from Friday to Saturday she would be away.  My plans were shattered.  The shards of courage splintering, slicing into my frail strength. Though as I was to find, this was to be the least of the falls. Through the darkness I fell, as she parted towards her way, I felt myself falling, tumbling down to depths never imagined, though I rose quickly.  I thought of the chance of going out a different time and knew my chance had not passed. Gathering my shattered courage, and splintered strength I continued my day.
The day progressed.  Though I soon found my torment had not passed, by talking with friends my insight into the holder of my heart deepened.  She already had someone.  I fell again.  With all my knowledge, I put together that she cared for him deeply.  I fell again.
Though as I lay deeply embedded into a melancholy so profound there was a savior.  A tiny spark, a small ray of brilliant hope pierced the darkness.  I started to climb that silken stream of brilliant white light.  My love may not be lost to me yet.  With my hope as shield and my courage as wings I soared toward the future.  With hope abreast I pressed on to find whether I would fly or fall.
Something, everything, nothing, ill let you decide how much is fact and how much is fiction.

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Megsimadic's avatar
This is really beautiful, I love how much emotion went into this!