She saw his greatness in everything that surrounded him and
her, which basically meant that she saw his greatness in everything. She wanted
him, but she was also scared of the all-consuming nature of her respect for
him. How could she want, and hence hope to achieve, the very thing she knew was
her unreachable ideal?
She thought of this day after day. Her all-consuming respect
for him slowly transitioned inward, delipidating her like a flesh-eating
bacteria, sucking her existence into the void of her, or rather his being. It
drove her mad. She stopped eating, drinking, sleeping.
She loved him so much that she wore herself off.
Rather, she loved him so much that she wore her love off.
And then he died, but she had already been too dead to
notice.
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