The end and the beginning Pt.II

Why am I so lonely? Hmmmmmmmm........ Good question. Put like that I realized for the first time in my life that despite being surrounded on all sides by people I was, I am lonely. Lonely for what? And whose absence am I lamenting? What was it about her that forced me to question myself and look for answers on a small shaft of sunlight falling into the room? I decided to give her my full attention and put away my virgin copy of Friends, Lovers, Chocolate and plunged headfirst into that fabulous aura.

She smiled then. Childlike, a little girl having got her way on first try. Very slowly she adjusted her sinews in an effort to contain her energy and then without any prevarication, she began to tell me the first of her stories that were more truth than fiction, more fire than there is water in the oceans and more darkness than there is light.

What would you expect from a poor little rich girl? Debauchery? parents with more money than sense giving in to every whim of a child who wore her heart on her sleeve, making every effort to give you evrything you want except love. What did I epect from her?
Truthfully I expected nothing from her. But she wanted to tell me, bind me to her soul with hoops of steel as a famous poet once exhorted his son to were he ever to find true friends.
She talked for hours. The light grew softer. Darkness began to fall. The classroom filled with anticipation slowing curdling to exasperation and then to a finality of knowledge that the wait is futile.
I sat there. Mesmerized by her story. I knew from the beginning that her ability to lie was a well developed faculty. I realized too late that she told me nothing but the truth....