Stepping Off the Pedestal (from a woman's point of view)

Stepping Off the Pedestal

I found a local photographer to love me. This dude adored me like the virgin Madonna. He lavished me with clothes. He dressed me in jewelry and designer jeans.
     When he told me I was the perfect woman, I felt like I’d been put on a pedestal so far above him that I could never reach him again. He loved to photograph my naked form. But his adoration grew so much that I became deified in his mind. How can he love a Goddess? I was no longer a woman but had become a supernatural being.
     He stopped having intercourse with me for fear of defiling me. I felt so alone in my elevation that the world stopped for me. I pondered how I could return to being a mortal woman in his eyes. So I stepped off the pedestal and walked into freedom.