There he was, promising her the world, meaning every word, but she didn’t want the world – what she desired was a safe harbour.
She didn’t have the heart to quell his ardour, just wished for a little less fervour. As things were, he made her want to scarper – silently in the night, like a common burglar.
At times, loving him was such a tall order! His love burnt bright red, hers barely ocher. This unbalance put them both at risk of an anxiety disorder – the relationship felt like a high-risk game of poker.
This intensity she couldn’t match made her feel like an ogre. To stay or go: either way, a disaster – the truth was, her options were, at best, mediocre.
To break this unfortunate impasse, she desperately needed a four-leaf clover.
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