Love me .

“Love me,” she screams, “Cherish me; don’t ever let me go, and never ever forget me.”

“Okay,” he smiles.

Opens his arms wide.

She jumps into them. Pouting, she looks up at him expectantly. Tilts her head, brown eyes questioning, as if pleading, ‘what next?’

He simply smiles again, and leans forward to kiss her pretty, perfect lips.

Satisfied, she settles in his arms; head resting on his shoulder and sleeps. She is so beautiful, yet so fragile; her dainty, delicate fingers so pathetic in his own. He longs to just pick her up; swing her around; hear that lovely tinkling laugh again.

“I love you,” he whispers into the cold, grey morning air.

But she is already asleep and can’t hear him.

And he really does love her.

But first, he must break her heart. Get rid of all bitterness, pride and malice, so he really can love her, as she asked him to. Break those fingers; dull that beautiful mane of hair. And then she’ll be able to see how much he really loves her.