by Rhulain Swann

Created on: July 20, 2011

Sari crossed her arms on the surface of her desk and rested her forehead on them. The hour was late but there she sat in her Philosophy class while Ahm’sher’s historian, Niko, discussed how some of the greatest minds in their time viewed love and how those principles can still be applied today.

“There has to be at least one person in this room who was in a relationship so great and so loving…but somehow, they managed to wreck everything with one mistake. It is quite unfortunate, yes. But I’m afraid it does happen. Is anyone willing to share their story?”

Sari raised her head and one of her hands.

“Ah yes, Sarirae, thank you for volunteering. Now, there is no need to mention names in your anecdote but your own. And please only tell us what you wish to share. The floor is yours.”

With a rustle of her cobalt blue robes, the young woman slid gracefully from her seat. The heels of her golden sandals clicked upon the marble floor as she walked to the front of the class where the podium stood. Twisting her neck ever so slightly, she tossed her long curls back over her shoulder and began to speak.

“Each individual will eventually meet that one person in their life who makes everything worthwhile. Men will find the woman who stimulates not only their loins but also their minds…a woman who will provide them with a comfortable home, a sympathetic ear, and a gentle heart. Women will find the man who will grant them security in his arms and eyes they can lose themselves in…a man who will prove that chivalry is not quite dead and will show her how a gentleman should treat a lady. I have been fortunate for I have found such a man…I loved him and he loved me. But much like all good things in my life, it did not last. I’ve…made so many mistakes during the years but none so destructive or so painful as the one I made regarding the subject at hand.

They say that the greatest gift a woman can ever give to a man is her heart…but that also proves true when a man gives his heart to a woman. He once said that a man’s heart is made of glass, with an integrity that is unstable and brittle, and that it takes two pairs of hands to craft something so precious. The second pair of hands were mine…mine were the hands that reforged the pieces of his heart after it had been broken…and mine were the hands that shattered it right back into a million shards. Of all the mistakes that

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