A never ending, Shakespearean love affair, that's all I ever wanted.
That's all any  woman would want. Whether it was between her and a boyfriend, a lover or her husband.   Just to have someone to gaze deeply into each other's eyes, whisper foolish love lore, hold hands or, most importantly, share the most  intimate moments in each other's embrace during a heated session of love making.  Yes, a love affair kindled with passion and romance that never dies,  and one where the man and woman never tire of showering each other with those delectable delicacies.
    Ummm, sounds delicious, doesn's it?  But when such desire has been achieved outside a well established and trusted bond, then that's when the armors doings become extremely dangerous.  Dangerous, yes, but who will achieve the ultimate goal?  Then, you may wonder, what is the ultimate goal?
Would it be to dismiss the third party and start anew with the one you now feel to be your soul mate?  Or is the whole affair one big scam; a twisted barrage of words and phrases, playing on the heart of an emotionally weak female, saying the right things, the right way and at the right times?
    It could be either.  It could be neither.  But mix into the sauce a cabal assault of boiling lies, simmering gossip that keeps building, even though you are no longer a part of the play, and what you have is a sling-shot of hear-say that continuously hurts your genuine-life, not the fantasy-life.  Passion, lies and gossip become completely out of hand; playing person against person, mate against mate.  The fantasy world you wanted to live so desperately eventually tries to overlap into your reality world, causing pain and chaos; more and more you have suddenly become the villain, the liar, and the deceitful back stabber when it's actually the other way around.  You cry and try to piece together the past happenings, while surveying that the ground you now stand on isn't actuall quicksand.
    All you ever wanted was that never-ending romance, where love is constant and even-keeled, and through it all, through the heart ache, the suffering, the hurt and anguish, you are left confused as to what actually went wrong.  And then it comes to you....your mind clears and the mist rises from the  attleground of passion to reveal the true perpetrator -- the newcomer.  The very one you allowed to alter your clay form, shaping you for his purpose, adulterating your mind and body.  But no more, for now the truth comes out.
  Tis true, tis true, the lies that I have heard spring forth from thine own lips, driving a hot bladed knife deep into my chest and ripping out the very heart that use to beat for you, as Shakespeare would say.  Sad, you know, to think that you can't trust anyone anymore.  Such a tangled web we weave, but once you try to get out of it you find that you are ensnared and helplessly looking into the face of the one that talked sweetly to you and invited you in to his domain.  Then the web becomes sticky, entrapping you and you think you are to be devoured for sure; devoured by the lies the newcomer set up to hurt you, to keep you confused and to make sure that if he couldn't have you -- then no one would.
    Then we find the super hero deep inside of ourselves who banishes the true villain, rips away the web with super human emotional strength that you didn't realize existed and begins the tedious task of setting right all the wrongs that had been committed.  And as the mist clears on the other side of the battleground, the side called relationship, you find the one true soul mate patiently waiting, forgiving, loving unconditionally, with arms open wide, ready to accept you back and hope you had learned your lesson.
    All lessons learned and, as always, the hard way.  It' sad to realize that reality has bitten me in places I dare not describe.  I've had my heart torn out, torn apart and repeatedly crushed, but one thing remains constant and sure - the one who shares my life, my bed, my heart, and put the symbol of all these things on my finger, is the one true person I can trust.   In reality, I've always had a never-ending, Shakespearean love affair, I just forgot what it looked like when I saw it, but the image will never leave my mind again......