I am a woman of extremes. The world that I live in is hardly black and white, but I do love being lost amongst the tallest of buildings in the largest of cities while I also love being hidden under the shelter of trees and summiting the highest of mountains. Women of extremes love their coffee black and bitter or light and sweet enough to please a fairy's taste buds. Her moods, her emotions and her whole being love the world and the people, places and things in it with such a force that it sends these huge vibrations of who she is just by the sheer sight of her. Do not fear her, but recognize that her whole entire existence is different than yours.
Since I am a woman of extremes, I have accepted that I will never be easy to love. Some may even laugh at the audacity of which I love. It is undoubtedly true that we accept the love we think we deserve. Until I meet someone so sure of themselves as individuals, I will not find someone able to understand the love that I want to give them. Those unsure of themselves and others will never be able to accept the tenacity of which I desire to love them because it comes from a place of understanding that humans are meant to love one another. It is a blessing and a curse, to love and want to be loved so deeply.
In a world that has become increasingly more automated, and conversations have become more technology based rather than face to face, it is hard to create the bonds that the extreme woman desires so deeply. The extreme woman possesses a soul from a lifetime ago, aimlessly searching to find the things that calm the storms inside of her and the hurricanes of emotions that rule her sea. The world is a place of intense longing for her, as she looks for the things that connect to her old soul and the timeless nature of her love.
The love that comes with the woman of extremes is intense, hardly logical, and often terrifying. Do not fear it; surrender to it.
