damsel in distress

         she was a shy damsel in distress.. distress cause she was alone in the world of couples..no real friends to count on.. no close encounters with true love..the word was apt... her state made her vulnerable to any pleasant comment  that came her way.. cause it was only the thing that got a smile on her face... she wanted to commit..to open up her bottled self..to puke her thoughts to any guy who randomly seemed interested... all she wanted was to hopelessly fall in love.
                love is a strange place to be in...at one moment it seems the world and at the next hell.. she never knew what kind of man she wanted... tall,dark,handsome or smarty pants... it was just so difficult to find the perfect breed...that one person who would just fit in.. ultimately she had stopped expecting..or rather she had convinced herself they were extinct... secretly she was protecting herself..cause she knew her heart was too easy to break...
                fate has its own irony..it strikes when you least expect it too... she stumbled upon a man.. yes tall,dark and handsome...yes smarty pants... her heart tickled her way cause he seemed to like her...
        mystique in a way he complemented her... he knew her needs..he knew her inside.. she was an open book..and his seemed tightly covered... she opened up like a bottle of champagne...one pop it and all came gushing out...he enjoyed every side of hers... she was indeed special... 
                 again love is a strange place to be in.. at one moment you feel on the top of the world and at the next you are thrown on the bridge of reality.... she tried to take his silence to be a good listener.. but now she had nothing to say.. she was waiting for him to talk.. he said there was none.. his mind seemed like box with a lock but no key... she tried hard to let herself in his world.. but he was too adamant.. too self contained...   there was something about him... his aura... something she never understood... his dark brown eyes shadowed his inside... she always felt herself at the surface..  the more she got closer to him,the farther he seemed....
                he left her saying he wasn't ready... she thought which men are... she payed the price for wearing her heart on her sleeves... she gulped up her glass of wine.. poured some more and toasted herself  cause at least for now she knows which 'one' kind of  breed she doesn't match"..