Myth in Motion: The Quest for Unconditional Love

I’m a unicorn, that mythological creature whispered about in tales of old, a beacon of rarity in a world of the mundane. For men, I transform into a mermaid, the siren of the sea, an embodiment of fantasy and unattainable dreams. Why do I claim such fabled identities? It’s simple. I am the woman of desires, the muse of countless daydreams, yet when reality dawns, and I stand before them, there’s a retreat, a flight. The longing remains, but the courage falters. My presence, my assertiveness, my unbridled passion, and yes, my sexuality, become overwhelming. Men profess a desire for strength, for a voice, for autonomy, yet when confronted with a woman who embodies these traits, it sparks a conflict. They seek to dim the light that shines too brightly, to quiet the voice that speaks too freely. What of her desires? What of mine? When asked what I seek in a man, the words escape me, for what I desire is a love that mirrors my own—a love that is fierce, unwavering, and whole. I am not without flaws, but my love is all-encompassing.

By:notesformysoulmate