Lovers

Lovers live to love.  They find happiness everywhere.  They are never happier than when giving or doing for the beloved.  They will forgive and make excuses for an unbelievably long time.

Open and direct, what you see and hear from them is who they are, what things are, the reality of the moment.  When the beloved is unable to be the same way, a lover understands.  It isn't easy to look in your own eyes and see the bare faced truth of who you are.

Most of us make up stories about who we really are, telling them mostly to ourselves.  Lovers find that difficult.  They make up stories about the beloved.

Using a lover's openness and child like joy against them is easy.  Making a lover live in a passive aggressive relationship is the worst sort of torture.  They would rather be slapped in the face than receive veiled barbs or suffer the agony of unspoken wrath.  They are sensitive, wearing their feelings on the outside unlike the turtles who are blessed with hard shells.

Evil, in a lover's eyes, is meanness.  Once that is revealed they have to protect themselves, or perish.  Ready to duel to the death to protect another, most lovers simply remove themselves from the presence of those who would hurt them.

And so the world goes on.

Until two lovers meet each other and then life bursts into bloom.