She saw him from far, he stood tall among men, circumstances, and life in general. He had always done so. The years had chiseled his features, there were no wrinkles and his body seemed as lean and firm as ever. She looked at him, loving every cell in him, worshipping him from far. She was so pleased to see he was so beautiful as he had been the day she had met him.
She followed him everywhere, unseen and unheard. He never noticed but then, he had stopped noticing her ages before. He had also left her, with no apparent effort, as easily as discarding worn out clothes. He had gone on with his life, there were plenty of things he enjoyed doing, he pursued his interests with a passion that few showed in their own lives.
She had stayed behind, at some point of his life that seemed to matter less and less to him as time went by and he moved on. She belonged to a time lost in shadows, a time she had cherished, a time where none of them existed any longer, the lands of memory and deliverance.
She followed him everywhere, free to do so at last. He was alone, aloof at times and friendly at others, with that smile that held the warning of a mean streak, a cruelty always at odds with his easy-going ways. And yet, he did not lack offers, he never was short of them. Women and also men liked him, loved him, pursued him.
They never imagined he loved fiercely for a short time, he lived for the satisfaction of his senses and all sorts of ways of augmenting pleasure. They never foresaw the cold desert in which they would find themselves in, once his desire ebbed. And, if some of them got to do so, they had paid no heed, the pleasures he offered were too unique to miss. That had happened to her and she had paid her price gladly, a good trader to the last minute.
He belonged to those born to be loved, wanted and cherished while keeping their fierce freedom, those who give their bodies freely while keeping their hearts and souls unmoved. No woman could keep him for long, he loved the pleasure women gave him toó much to settle for just one. There was a hunger for love in him he did not even know himself, just because it had taken up his whole being and he took himself for granted, just as he took others and whatever emotion he arose in them. Those who disliked him remembered him as a monster, which in fact he was, and those who still loved him thought of him as a lonely child trying to make up for a loveless childhood, something that neighboured truth somehow.
She had wanted and loved him just as he was. She had known from the very first time she set eyes on him that he craved pleasure, he was a sensation seeker and no more and yet she had joined him in his search that respected no boundaries.