This is my first attempt at fictional writing. I'm not sure I can do it, but here is the first little snippet. Should I write the rest? :)
Extraordinary Love Part 1:
She never considered herself to be the sort that needed anything from anyone. She very much liked doing things her way, in her own time, at her own pace. She was doing just fine, at least that is what she convinced herself of.
Depraved, however, is what she really was. If she were to be honest with herself she would admit her dissoluteness. But wasn't that true of humanity? Weren't most individuals too proud to ask for help, while at the very same moment crying out to be helped? It is the paradox of human existence: living while never choosing to recognize the pulchritude of life as it has been given.
For her, though, she eventually came to admit how very wrong she had been. And now, her eyes seemed to be showing her things which she had never been able to see before; things she had missed and didn't even know she was missing. Why the change? The answer was simple; it was because he stepped into her life and changed it forever...