In the beginning was the word and the word was lover.
Lover was a word she never quite understand. With its root of love, it really had nothing to do with love and everything to do with ***.
You need a lover he told her. She pondered this. Mulled it over in her mind. To take a lover, so different than falling in love.
She knew she wanted love. And she wanted ***. But she did not want these things separated. And she would not share and so she declined.
And then, love happened. He fell as she knew he would and later, she did as well.
But in his despair he could no longer love her. He suggested again that they be lovers. And again she pondered. He wanted to give her what he could, what was easy, what he knew he was good at.
And she wanted more. She would not be a lover with out love, it made no sense to her.
In the end there was word. And the word was no.