The convoluted story line....

Love is a very complex thing, and hits people by surprise and never at a 
convenient time.  People expect you to be quick to jump on the feeling but 
they are just as hesitant, and this leaves all of the people upset, vulnerable, 
and confused.  For some who hide their emotions on a regular basis, the feeling 
becomes practically alien to them.  Some people don't feel it at all and just want 
to take advantage of a vulnerable person, some feel it and try to reciprocate but 
can't find the courage.  No one can really choose who they love it just happens to them.
I found love, but had a duty to sort out issues first, however it probably would have been 
better if I had said something and discussed the issues with her, but I didn't want to 
burden her.  I would have wallowed in my misery and self destruction if she didn't come into 
my life however.  I might have even lost it, possibly even became permanently cold to the world.
Cynical and amoral.  Unfeeling and dishonorable.  Being in love with this woman made me 
better, it made me realize my feelings, it forced me to consider who else may be hurt 
by my coldness; I had re-examine my life and mind and in doing so became someone worth 
being in a relationship with.  I can only be with one person, and I had to admit I loved only this 
one person and hurt, regrettably, another one or two.  Admitting I didn't love her was more painful 
than anything.  Especially since I cared for her and didn't want to hurt her.
The time I was analyzing my issues, and trying to better myself, I was seeing her more and more, 
I had to deny myself regardless of the pain it caused me, and never once thinking that it may 
have caused her any pain too.  However, during all this, some people around her were also sending 
messages, and in this case messages of discomfort; dark and hazy messages; unpleasant messages; 
and so on.  These messages created hostilities that made things worse, in fact, creating misinformation 
and misunderstandings.  What I wanted was what I thought was real, but in fact it wasn't.  The villain and 
damsel were misstated as being other things and other people.  Still, one woman I loved and a collective 
that had a special hatred and history with me.  My distrust and hostility for them was used to anger 
the lady and in turn causing her to run for the lead villain and the group associated with him.
They, after breaking her down through her love, put back together all the pieces, and made her think 
they cared about her, while wanting her just as if she were a tool or belonging to use against their 
enemy.  For what?  Foolish political grudges, something old and silly and not even worth reliving.
They used their powers to get him to join, not realizing that it just let him into their minds, allowing 
him to see the truth a lot clearer.  He never asked to be included into this, but when they let him know 
of it, it took their guard down.  They became vulnerable and he realized that he only got the people 
wrong, not the event.  Two people were used, one to frustrate one into their group and the other 
to temp the other in the group.  The other, a person sympathetic to a political enemy, someone who 
angered the villain faction's leader for being nothing more than a person who thought differently; a 
person who was resented by him for a loss that he likely had nothing to do with; someone, if he 
couldn't convert, he could ruin the life of.  He couldn't though, the truth caught up with him, and that 
is the most ironic thing, the tricks he (the lead villain used) ended up teaching his enemy the truth, 
the truth that the damsel in distress was being denied.  The truth that turned it all around.
The hero and damsel had an understanding (all be it still a rocky situation) and this made things 
impossible.  A catch 22, nothing could be done to the hero or the damsel, many knew that they hero 
expected something to happen to him and this would lead to too many more questions; the hero 
also knew enough to be problem if his love were to be hurt or threatened; so they had to accept the 
situation to avoid more unnecessary costs.
The lady had her free will back, and was free to make a decision.  What the decision was, who knows, 
but at least she was free to make the decision without a collective responsibility or threat.


This hit a nerve with the the trouble maker "MW"