She was a beautiful girl who any man would have loved with his whole heart, except this man. This man made excuses about love; he pushed her way at the slightest sign of trouble. This was something she could not accustom herself to. She had always been the type of woman who made men lose their minds. She could make any man forget another woman's name. But now she feared she was losing her mind; this man would break her. She tried to give love unconditionally, but he was resistant. She tried to make him see that her heart was pure, that she would give anything for his happiness. But this man could not see anything past himself. What hurt the most was his selfishness; his lack of thought about her feelings. This was part of his lure, she supposed. She had to work for his affection. She had to convince him about her way of looking at life. How she could get this man to see that the point of life was unconditional love? She believed that once you managed to love someone unconditionally, sincerely, that your purpose in life would be fulfilled and you would likely die. She had figured this out and had spent the first quarter of her life spreading this knowledge to the men she met along the way. Once they saw what she saw, she would go on her way. Sure, she had broken at least three hearts that she knew of, but those men now understood that life was about unconditional love. And they would pass that message on, spending their lives trying to achieve it. But now she was working on him, this man, whose heart had long ago been sealed in a brick tower. She was patient, chipping away at the mortar, loosening each brick slowly, climbing the wall that after years had very few missing bricks. One day, she believed she would make it to the top of that tower. She would climb inside and find her Prince Charming, waiting for her with his dark lustrous hair and sparkling white smile. It was her modern day fairy tale. He would embrace her and love her in a way that only existed in fables.

But this task proved to be daunting. She was tired and alone. She had her heart broken by him at least fifteen times; none of which he was aware. By now he had confused her; he had clouded her judgment. She was no longer sure what her purpose was. Had she fallen in love with this man? Was he the one that had finally taught her what it meant to love unconditionally? Or was she just stubborn? Not giving up on the one man who she had not been able to break.

Her heart ached. She was always on the verge of tears. If he's taught me anything, it's how to be kind, she thought. And at least she had that. He was the only man whose needs she had ever put above her own.

But she was forced to wonder whatever she saw in this man who seemed to care for her very little. Her Prince Charming injected steroids to make him strong. He watched pornography to make him passionate. He took pills to make him energetic. He had his hair plucked and quaffed to make him beautiful. He lusted after all women. And she realized that she would never ever be enough for him. He would never love her unconditionally. She was invisible to him it seemed. She was not the one that could break his heart. He said so many things to her, but no words ever matched his actions. She had come to know him as a chunk of silence, a phone that never rang. The only way she could win was to give up on him, stop playing his game.