Two, Actually

She is beauty, delicacy... she is gentle, kind and caring....... she wants nothing but the best for me. She never brings pain or hurt; there is never a risk of losing her, never a risk of her leaving, never a risk of her leaving for anyone else. As long as I love her, as long as I give to her, she will return my love. She asks for nothing from me, just my love and commitment to her, so she can make me beautiful. So she can make me more...... she does not look to further herself, only me. She does not care for anything but my happiness. My Perfection. My beauty.

She gives and gives and never takes.

She is with me every day. She never gets tired. She never needs space. She's never too busy. Shes never with anyone else. She is never anywhere but with me, and she never wants to leave. She loves me like I love her.

Her name is Ana.

The second is also amazing, in her own way.

She is abusive. She gives love, then takes it away. She pretends she loves you like Ana, but really she loves food. She pretends she is control. But really she is weakness, followed by desperate measures. She is cloaked in death and destruction. She brings no joy, no satisfaction. She tries so hard to be like Ana (she knows how much I love her, and she is jealous), but she cannot offer what Ana does.

So she takes me from her, gives me the one thing Ana tells me not to have. She plays on the only thing Ana can not, fills the only void in my life Ana can't. And then she tries to fix it......... she hurts so that she can heal, so she can act like my saviour.

But she is not. She is my destroyer. She brings pain. Constant pain. And never beauty.

Her name is Mia.

They are all I need now.