Fiction
The Naked Woman
What was missing?
If only I could love the world as much as I love her.
That is the question Gerard had been asking himself for weeks. He loved her with every fiber of his being. When he was with her he was in heaven. He felt complete. He felt like he was his true self; the expression of his divine being. She was his goddess and when he was with her he felt like a god. But when he was away from her he felt like some meaningless character in a meaningless game.
Gerard was successful. He was wealthy. He had accomplished most of his goals. He had made a name for himself. When he showed up at a restaurant or event there was always a retinue of fans and reporters and cameras waiting to herald his appearance. Privacy had evaporated from his life.
Except when he was with her.
When he was a child he wanted nothing more than to impress his mother and receive her love. Everything he did was for her. As he grew up he sought out females who would be impressed by him and shower him with love. Everything he did — and he did a lot — was to impress a woman. His need for female approval drove him to accomplish great things.
But he remained unfulfilled, empty. While he lived with great adoration from the women in his life there was something missing. There was a…
