Shameless

Before:

She is a woman, her mind flies from the first glance, to infatuation, to love and matrimony in a matter of moments. Shamelessly. It cannot be ceased, her mind. A whiff of assured company, is as tempting as life. She jumps into deep holes with people she doesn't know, knits dreams she does not have the power to make come true. She sees hope in what could be disastrous, she moves fast, very fast. Restraint isn't aware of her existence. She is capricious, synonymous with the wild buzzing bee. From flower to flower she goes, searching for something she does not know. And the instant she sees a hint of love, somewhere on the far horizon, forgetting how tiny she is she keeps flying and flying, with relentless hope. She cannot translate her restlessness into words. She does not die until her heart is trampled mercilessly. Her quest is die hard. It is eager to leap into a flight, any moment, anywhere, imagining a life that is yet to be, imagining a life that is not to be.

After:

She has been a woman. She has been to the deepest pits of shamelessness that could ever be. She has been through what she never imagined she would be through. Turning into a person she only feared she once could become. Love brought out the best and the worst in her. The catch is that even the best looks worse than the worst in afterthought. Drenched in regret, she is nowhere. The way she revealed those darkest secrets of hers, in one breath, without a pause of hesitation, now makes her wonder, how doped was she? How did she ever let a stranger peel off layers of her skin and look at her naked soul? Lust makes you shameless, it makes you another person. Another person you don't recognize once you wake up in the morning. Now is her morning. A whiff of that shamelessness hangs in the air still. And she has questions that she can only bury.

She is a woman. Her life switches between the Before and the After.