Perhaps there's something missing in us all. Perhaps we are all destined to fall at the hands of others. Perhaps we are all destined to fail in the eyes of our lovers. Perhaps we are all destined to fade in strength to the weight of our most cherished relationships when the horns of trouble ring out and the battle cries commence.
She said there was something missing, and not one isolated insignificant piece of a puzzle but instead a remarkable naive romanticism inherent in her mind that I couldn't shift or stir her from a deep sleep.
I am confident that what she thought to be missing was there all along, perhaps wearing the mask and cloak provided by years of experience but eternally willing to shed it's disguise and be born again with a little encouragement. It has become obvious that she simply was not willing to look at, reach out and caress a relationship. Care for it as it cared for her. It's like she's got one magic trick, just the one and that's it, she disappears.