Enchanted Swain

The Manipulation

I don't know whether she truly loves me or not. But I do know she always lends me a listening ear. My ethereal, sylphlike damsel is a woman of few words. Sasa. Her walk is mesmerizing, slow and graceful. She moves with gentleness, and her smile is enchanting, touching the very hearts of those she smiles at, especially when her diastema and small dimples appear.

She is a versatile and intelligent woman, the kind every man dreams of having as a life partner. Her beauty is exceptional, and her personality is excellent and endearing to all who know her. She is serene, calm, and quiet.

She handles everything with calm wisdom that has earned her admiration and respect from everyone around her. I wouldn't call her difficult, but she stays away from matters that don't concern her. She's not impulsive in her actions. Her voice is very soft, penetrating the heart of anyone she speaks to. It brings peace to the listener, every word she speaks radiating calmness.

As for me, this has made me love her deeply, so much that I can't even describe it. Her love resides in my soul, and I see her as a goddess whose love and happiness I worship endlessly. I don't want anything that could make me lose her or upset her.

This devotion has given my life a singular purpose: to serve her love. I've dedicated my entire life to her happiness, sacrificing all my joy for hers. I've given her my whole self and all my successes for her happiness.

**************************

It hasn't been easy for me. Since the moment we went our separate ways at the park, I hadn't found a moment of peace. Her image was etched into my mind, and the memory of her walking away haunted me. I had no energy, and nothing brought me joy. My once strong body began to wither, the weight of my thoughts dragging me down.

A week passed in a haze, with no calls exchanged. Yet, every second was filled with thoughts of her. I couldn't shake the image of her face and the silence that hung heavy between us. Each time I reached for my phone to call her, I'd freeze, staring at her number, lost in an ocean of regret and hope.

Sleep eluded me. I couldn't distinguish between silent sobs and real tears anymore. My days were enveloped in a suffocating darkness, every moment a struggle to keep going. The agony of our separation was a constant presence, a shadow that loomed over my every thought.

My heart ached with the emptiness of her absence, and I questioned my decision to bare my soul to her. But what choice did I have? My heart, driven by an undeniable force, had compelled me to speak, despite knowing the risk. Now, I could only wait in the dark, hoping for a light at the end of this tunnel.

Nights were the hardest. Sleep eluded me as my mind was consumed by thoughts of her, lost in an endless cycle of anguish and regret. I felt like I was teetering on the edge of sanity. On the ninth night, at exactly 1:30 AM, my phone rang suddenly, breaking the silence. I glanced at the screen and saw her name.

My heart skipped a beat, and a rush of adrenaline coursed through me. My hands shook as I picked up the phone, not expecting her call, especially at this hour. My breathing became erratic, heavy with anticipation. I answered the call with trembling hands, pressing the phone to my ear, unsure if it was truly her.

Her voice came through, calm and soothing, as she greeted me. Relief washed over me, and I let out a long, deep breath before mustering the strength to respond.

"Hello, good sire. You've been quiet for so long. It seems you've forgotten about me. You didn't even call to check if I got home safely or to ask how I'm doing," she said in a voice as soothing as cool water.

With a trembling voice, I replied, "Long live my dear. Please forgive me, I really made a grave mistake...."

"Hmm, so you know you made a mistake. But why didn't you bother to call, even just once?" she asked, clearly eager for an explanation.

I was silent for a few moments, unable to answer her question. Even though I had an answer, I didn't know how to start, fearing I might upset her.

"I don't know why. My heart broke, and fear took over. I couldn't find peace or the courage to call. All I did was think of you, cry inside, and regret telling you..."

"Wait, wait," she interrupted. "What kind of regret? You just left me in a state of confusion, not knowing what to think. You left my heart in disturbance and just walked away..."

"May God grant you patience, my lady. I made a mistake. Please forgive me."

"Oh really?" she replied playfully, her voice filled with a sweetness I had never heard before. Her voice struck my ears, its pleasantness making me forget all my worries. Happiness enveloped me, and I forgot all the troubles of the past days.

"Please, forgive me, my lady. I repent, I know I was wrong," I pleaded sincerely, which made her smile, showing she appreciated my apology.

She was silent for a moment, then took a deep breath and said, "Hmm, I'm feeling sleepy. See you tomorrow evening at the park where you first spoke to me. Goodnight." With that, she hung up.

I felt a heavyweight lift off my shoulders, and a wave of happiness washed over me. It was a joy I had never felt before. In my excitement, I shouted in my room, jumped onto my bed, and laughed with pure joy.

Within minutes, a deep sleep overtook me. It had been nine days since I had a good night's sleep, consumed by thoughts of whether she loved me or not. My queen, my lady.