Never say never

I want to tell you a story about a wicked girl who found pieces of joy in all the wrong places and times; legend tells that she once was a lovely princess with charming personality and kindness in her heart but a monster a half bread between human and beast took her soul and purity one day. As her soul piece by piece disappeared it was replace with animal instinct, she no longer reason or tough her actions she only existed, breathing, eating, and copulating by instinct and pleasure only ; the beast was gone one day the same way it came, but his animal nature would forever haunt her inside out. She loved him, she gave him her body and heart and that creature took advantage of her innocence, but one thing he did right, he taught her well, he showed her how cruel and despiteful man can be, he made her stronger, he made her a soldier that learned to exist and stop caring, feeling and living. Each day her story wrote itself one page at a time, the chapters in the book made no sense, for the companies and places never stayed the same amount of time, she constantly moved, ran and left before she could build a memory or a bond, she used people the same way she was used. She acted only on satisfying her lust with man and woman, finding pieces of the creature she once loved his eyes, his voice, his laughter, his thirst for life, that she had dominated from him, that unsatisfied hunger for knowledge, she always wanted more about everything, nothing pleased her, and deep down she knew that she had become along the years that dreadful creature she once loved and then hated. Years had passed before she came across a perfect creature who seem injured the same way she was, he had been too in love with a creature he tough was perfect only to be left and broken hearted; when she met him she tough it was a harmless little toy another story to be left written in a short chapter, because as usual she only existed and didn´t pay attention to the look in his eyes. As time passed she started to remember how to feel, how to see, how to think, leaving her wicked games behind, before she realized for him she took her clothes off, she put walls down, she listened, she observed, she was careful, she cared, and each day a little more of her bestiality disappeared; she had changed willingly, she slowly forgot her heart was damaged and it started to heal. But one bad night after a bad day she broke, the rational part went away and her animal ways took over betraying and hurting that precious human she loved, because above all she did love him, and continently only wanted to make him happy the same way he made her happy; she forgot about the feelings, she only acted out of her beastly part and didn´t think about the consequences or the damage she had done. When she gained conscience she realized two things: one, she had hurt the one person she loved and trusted in a way she never tough possible, and two he also loved her, but his trust on her was hurt and damaged, she knew a simple sorry would not fix her wrong doing, so she had only one thing to do, she would spent her days fixing that crack she made. She kept a totem at her night stand to remind her of the misjudgment and poor wisdom she had used the night before and as the debt and promise she would keep and fix the same way she felt in love with him, slowly and one moment at a time. Her heart is now in the right place I only hope that her mind will line with it ….