[ WP ] Write a story where each sentence has one more word than the last .

I did n't follow the prompt exactly sorry… 
 
 With energy moving through day always she was. That one most beautiful, my one true love was walking so softly with flowers in her hair. That maiden most lovely with fierce spirit I know well and have loved many years it's the truth, and the story I'll tell. 
 
 I met her in high school, that one with golden locks more thick and full of the most beautiful scent, but we did n't run in the same crowd, that shy, virgin goddess who somehow came to love me. 
 
 Walking, she walks slowly and tentatively, as if frightened or filled with fear, but in that tentativeness with her sad serious face I long for her all the more looking from my station here in the woods where all seems so wonderful with my love so near. 
 
 Walking softly she moves through the newly sunlit woods with a true fire in her heart, a true fire and burning grows within her, inside those ragged dirty thorn torn clothes, inside that bruised and tired looking bruised maiden with hair a mess and cheeks red from running. 
 
 `` Stop it you fucking psycho!'' she screamed as she stumbled the hillside with tears now streaming down her swollen and scratched red face which beith that face I love more than any other face I have seen since my being in this world of constant pain, in this world of never ending pain, in this world where pain exists only because of love and beauty and remembrance of warmth. 
 
 `` Pretty, Pretty, Pretty, Pretty why ya so sad and why are your cheeks red with tears prettiest one and only to get the blessings of my forever enduring love, my love that you rejected and wanted no more, my love that has existed unrequited all throughout all these past years, my love that you never wanted and that was just self seeking anyways, that never did you any good anyways.'' 
 
 `` How is this going to do any good'' she screamed at him as she ripped her ways through the briars, as the briars tore at her beautiful pale skin, as she crawled her way up the lush and steep hill side as she felt like giving up now, as she remembered their faces now, as the images flashed across her face, as she saw that there was a tall cliff at then top of the hill, as she defeatedly jumped to the rocks her true love dead and not wanting to be raped again.
