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Some women are the type that a man would forgive anything. Yet they insist on being unforgiven. And that is of outmost beauty. The way they keep our hearts in their hands and squeeze the blood out in gushes is absolutely wonderful. They tear through our raw feelings with their gentle fingers and carefuly polished nails. It does not take the eyes of a masochist to admire the beauty of the whole thing. Nor does it taket the heart of an artist to take delight in the process. This is what a woman should be like. Wild and free. To inspire fear in our hearts as much as she fears us. To know that tomorrow she can vanish. To know she can fall in love with another at any moment. To know that you do not possess her anymore than she possesses you. I have no dreams of domination. Domination brings stability. Stability will not lift a finger to spark interest in anything, much less in someone else but yourself. It is only under the threat of loss that we fight for the object of our affection. And in a world where value is perceived only after loss, to have no certainty of love is the greatest blessing of them all. Of course, the world does not necessarily revolve around the tip of my pen nor the whim of my mind.