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When he looked in her eyes, he gazed into the soul of a sorceress, a woman so practiced in witchcraft that she made him believe a woman like her could love someone like him. Of course, he later came to understand, that was impossible. But at that moment, he felt in his heart that he had found his soul mate, his one true love. Her eyes remained fixed on his as she spoke.

“I’ve finally found love, after so many years of searching,” she said. “All the years before we met were meant to gauge our worthiness for one another.

Only after his heart shattered into a thousand pieces and his tears drowned him in a saline sea did he realize the power of her emotional alchemy. The motives for her deceit slapped him in the face, hard, as he stared at the bank statement. A lifetime of savings, gone in an instant.

About John Swinburn

"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes "Intimacy is never wrong. It can be awkward, it can be unsettling, it can feel dangerous, it can seem out of place, but it’s never wrong."― John Swinburn
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