There's two sides to every story...at least.

At five foot ten and one hundred forty five pounds HE was small for his size. The charts said he should be one seventy five. No matter. He could run like the wind and jump like a gazelle and he exuded a powerful inner energy akin to the quiet hum of an idling race car wanting to go, to get with it, to move. He couldn't sit still. In fact, he had difficulty sitting at all. Motion was his milieu.

Apart from a similar slightness of build, SHE was his stark opposite. Her movements were slow, tidy, considered. There were none without reason, without forethought. She was more sculpture than race car, a work of art timeless and wrought with care. To see her was to stare and wonder. Was she real? She could sit as quietly as a meditating monk, thoughtful, contemplative, motionless, but there was something that suggested an inner fire biding its time, waiting to be released. Something an observer couldn't quite point a finger to but it was surely there; it simmered hot and restless behind her quiet eyes.

Naturally, they fell in love.


Or


HE was a whacko from the word go. A bundle of nervous energy, easily bored, he had never held a job more than a couple of years or a relationship more than a couple of months. When the going got tough, he got going...elsewhere.
He had come to town riding his thumb and would probably leave the same way. Money slipped through his hands like running water and he couldn't care less. Money was never a goal. In truth he had no goals. He was simply in search of something, anything, possibly only the next thing...whatever it was.

SHE had earned her quirks the hard way. She had endured controlling parents, a controlling husband, a controlled lifestyle. She wanted out so she turned in. Inward, rather, where she was in charge. She was safe there and couldn't be reached by anyone unless she allowed it. She wanted to allow it. She wanted someone to reach in and pull her out. Someone who would set her free and let her be. Someone, no doubt, highly unlikely.

Naturally, they fell in love.

It all depends on your point of view.