She grew up believing in true love, is cosmic energies, that everything happened for a reason, that people who are meant to be together end up together.
She had a few crushes, oh yes, she did, but couldn't say any of them was real love.
Not until the day she met someone she thought was her soul mate. It was too perfect, he looked perfect, their likes matched in most things, they understood each other, they made plans, they completed each other... or so she thought. After 4 years of dedication, commitment, passion and all she could give him, she was left with nothing. Nothing but a broken heart.
It wasn't easy to deal with low self-esteem and the firm belief that what could've gone wrong did so because of her. She needed years to recover, to glue back the pieces of her heart, to build up a wall to protect her from all harm, to change her mind about herself and what happened, to start believing she wasn't the villain in this story, that she was enough, that she even was too good for him. YEARS.
She told herself she wouldn't allow anyone to hurt her again the way she had been hurt by him. That she wouldn't allow anyone to get close enough to even try. She firmly believed all that, and that by shielding herself from love, she couldn't be hurt anymore.
She was wrong. Oh so wrong.
Six years ago she came across a man. It could be anyone, but no... His soul sparkled like no other ever did. His eyes... a complete recognition. They became friends. As time went by she tried to deny her feelings and the notion that it was meant to be. That he was the one. The one she'd be waiting for her whole life. The twin soul, the soulmate, whatever people like to call it these days. The way he looked at her, the way he touched her, the way he talked to her, evrything made her believe. Still... She was afraid to be rejected.
She wasn't. After a few long talks things came out. It seemed there were shared feelings, the notion of the cosmic recognition, the spark. But she was too late. Probably 7 or 8 years too late. He was committed to someone else. He had a family.
After all that happened she still believed that people who are meant to be together should stay together no matter what. So she said she'd wait for him, she'd give him time to settle things in his mind, in his heart, because she was sure he'd choose her.
She was wrong. Oh so wrong.
He never did.
A year passed and things got worse. All the things he denied her (coffee break, lunch, going to the cinema - even as just friends), she saw him doing some of that with others... not exactly his family... just others.
So once again she thought she wasn't worth it, that she would never be worth it.
She tried to stop her mind from going further on that thought. She couldn't be the one to blame, she was sure about her feelings, she told the truth from the very beginning.
She now wonders if any of his words about his feelings for her, about the cosmic recognition were even true, or if he just liked the attention he had for a while, until something (someone) more interesting came along.
She's once again left with a broken heart, shattered to pieces. She's trying to glue it behind high walls, so no one can reach her ever again. Because it hurts too much to allow it once more.
Once upon a time this girl believed in true love, in destiny, in meant to be... now she believes in a stone heart and thick walls, never to be torn down again.
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