amourlust

Hanging on, it's what she did best.

Telling Mia to give up, was like lighting fire to a short, temperamental fuse, and expecting a slow burn. She didn't know the meaning of the word quit, and never understood how quickly some would reach this conclusion.

Especially when it came to love. Her eyes sparkled like stars at the notion of it.

She would say, "if you just keep trying, nothing could ever be too far gone. All you need is a spark, just a tiny flicker in the darkest night, gives off enough light to find the way."

Broken was just a word quitters employed.

Why would you waste any time on something new or someone else. If it's just bent...there was always hope.

And she had been broken, she'd been left mangled in the dirt, with every reason to be bitter. But if you stopped and listened to her reasoning, you too would come to believe that anything was possible.

Her words took ahold of you like magic. Fireworks on a dark July evening.

She was an innocent deceiver, a believer of second chances, and loving completely...without mercy.

Pride, well pride always seems to have another idea, but even that couldn't sway her to believe any less in amourlust.