I thought he was a man, and here I am cursing my assumption a thousand times a day. I thought it was sufficiency, but it was nothing but a profound deficiency sweeping over me. I thought it was hope, but it was nothing but darkness sweeping through the entrances and exits of my soul. I thought it was endless love, but it ended, and I forgot that some assumptions are sinful. They are like men... they cannot be satisfied with the love of a woman who loves them sincerely... they seek humiliation in front of the rebellious women, not the lovers of them... I loved him, yes... I chose him from among all men. I loved him with a love that women marvel at and men's hearts desire. I offered him my soul on a platter of love, and gave him my heart without thinking ill of him... he disappointed me. His love was greater than the size of my dreams. His arms were my refuge, to which I resort, escaping from the pain of the world.