In the deafening silence between twilight and dawn, the heartbroken will swim within bouts of overthinking, to try and understand why they are emotionally bleeding; why others pained them so deeply. At some point within the darkness, they will realize they broke their own heart trying to love someone who wouldn’t let their love touch them. The wounded nearly bled themselves dry, left to wither away among the carcasses left unburied in a desolate place, trapped in-between the living and the dead.
The wise at heart has lived his pain and has known the scars of rejection, neglect and surrender. And yet he finds a way to see his opportunity without tainting his understanding of her with his hurt from long ago. He understands she is not like the rest, and that the rest were only tests that led him to her. They were his dragon he had to defeat to make it to her castle. The wise at heart has learned how to differentiate between dragon and goddess. He has understood what he must do which requires the most trust he has ever given. But, he knows he must do it, so he gives her his trust, freely. He needs her to see it, so they can be one, together.