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PC: Martin Lidell

She never wanted to fall in love. Never. She thought love was a strange game people played to make their dull lives more interesting by making them more miserable. There were never any roses in the eyes of those she met who had fallen into the esoteric well of love. Dripping from the ruddy wet cheeks and red-rimmed eyes of the women who huddled around her kitchen table she saw an impossible spectrum of pain - from the lighter shades of guilt to the blackest black of betrayal. Then, one day, she fell into the well herself and stayed in the darkness for a long time filling it with her tears. When the tears ran out, and there wasn't a single drop left for him she realized her tears had brought her to the very mouth of the well. She swam out into the light and as she did the well vanished before her eyes. She would never fall in love again. The next time she would fly to the highest stars.