*I really like this thread Spladle*
I loved Syghnel (pronounced: Sigh Nell), I really did. I still do to be quite honest. She was certainly the most gorgeous young woman my eyes have ever had the pleasure of beholding. Im not sure about your experience, but have you ever known someone a significant other, to be precise who was truly stunning in every sense of the word? I have and it was she, Syghnel, who encapsulated everything that I ever desired in a lover. In fact, Ill even emphasize that it was the relationship I shared with her that defined, for me, the values that I would continually look for in all my further relationships.
Our romance, conceivably, is a rather colossal checkpoint is my lot of rendezvous because I can honestly say that Syghnel not only changed my life, but help to shape it. What I perhaps loved most was, before I was physically attracted to her (which I very much was) I shared a moth-to-light dynamic with her personality. She was willing to sacrifice almost anything for anyone herself never being high on her stream of thoughts. Her mission in life, it seemed, was to simply improve or better somebody elses by giving relentlessly of herself. It was these laudable attributes (and very many more) that made her a true humanitarian in my eyes.
But, alas, it seems true that all good things do come to an end. To make a very long story short, and to make a short story shorter: Over a year and a half ago, Syghnels life took a very drastic turn and she underwent a series of, seemingly instant, hardships. In one night she became aware of the fact that her father was having an affair and, as if that werent enough, her brother, who suffers with mental retardation, was engaging in very intense sexual acts with their littler sister. Her family was torn very much apart as was she.
It seemed as though she endured a gradual change in personality a slow pain, if you will. I witnessed a bright, compassionate and sincerely blissful individual become the complete opposite of all those things. The image grew on me and despite the reality that my feelings for her never lost its verdure, her emotions for everyone, at the very least, became very lackluster in nature. This made any possibility of a relationship (or the continuance thereof) impossible. It ended with us agreeing to give each other the proverbial space. It was clear what that meant.
Call this thinking what you want, but sometimes I seriously wonder if things unfolded the way they did because I honestly had too much of a good thing.