Love Does Not Require Band Aids

The leviathan feels spurned and has sunk to the bottom where sixteen deep sea divers usually converge to lift it up.

Gasping and growing pale with fear, it truly believes that without them, it is going to die, while a simple flick of its injured ego could raise it to the surface where the air is fresh and clean. It might be painful, but it is certainly possible.

As an orphaned creature of gigantic proportions, it never basked in the warmth of the lime light unless it was ill. Now, as an adult with many wonderful attributes, it no longer needs to rely on these extreme behaviors. The love is already here, it needs no band aids to make it real.

Trusting in that knowledge will take some time. Right now it thrashes around, afraid, and angry that the usual rituals are not being repeated, but I am confident that growth is possible.