And It All Began With A "Hey"
Love.
Is it butterflies you first feel? Or is it an image of a lover that pops into the mind of yours?
Is it that weird feeling that invades your chest, so foreign yet so beautiful and scary?
Maybe all you get is blanc.
There are roughly 6,500 languages spoken in the world today, some describe love as something that has to do with soul, creativity, and discovery of thyself. Others describe it as a strange power, always capable of moving mountains and changing people.
Well, for her, love represents a red line, a line that she never gets to cross. When she thinks about love, it's never butterflies or hearts, all she gets is heartache. With time, she learned how to control those feelings, learned how to put a barrier, a huge wall that never gets down. An impermeable wall that never lets them see the depth of her wounds nevertheless get inside, with a goofy smile and a peal of laughter that never parts, and with being so little of who really she is, she feels safe.
Because the more people you allow into your life, the more you experience heartache all over again, and the more they take parts of your soul with them. And no one's immune to love.
It comes within the most unexpected times, and leaves with the most joyful of souls, leaving them in a state of emptiness, with wounds and scars that no such thing as time can heal. Only the exact same power can, the same one that made you that miserable. Only love can heal you.... and only the boldest are capable of using that cure, only that it's not her.
And the start was really simple.
Four years, exactly one thousand four hundred sixty days ago.
With simple three alphabetical letters, her life changed forever.
And it all began with a "Hey."
Is it butterflies you first feel? Or is it an image of a lover that pops into the mind of yours?
Is it that weird feeling that invades your chest, so foreign yet so beautiful and scary?
Maybe all you get is blanc.
There are roughly 6,500 languages spoken in the world today, some describe love as something that has to do with soul, creativity, and discovery of thyself. Others describe it as a strange power, always capable of moving mountains and changing people.
Well, for her, love represents a red line, a line that she never gets to cross. When she thinks about love, it's never butterflies or hearts, all she gets is heartache. With time, she learned how to control those feelings, learned how to put a barrier, a huge wall that never gets down. An impermeable wall that never lets them see the depth of her wounds nevertheless get inside, with a goofy smile and a peal of laughter that never parts, and with being so little of who really she is, she feels safe.
Because the more people you allow into your life, the more you experience heartache all over again, and the more they take parts of your soul with them. And no one's immune to love.
It comes within the most unexpected times, and leaves with the most joyful of souls, leaving them in a state of emptiness, with wounds and scars that no such thing as time can heal. Only the exact same power can, the same one that made you that miserable. Only love can heal you.... and only the boldest are capable of using that cure, only that it's not her.
And the start was really simple.
Four years, exactly one thousand four hundred sixty days ago.
With simple three alphabetical letters, her life changed forever.
And it all began with a "Hey."
