I used to be a teenager. I used to dream, laugh, go around and
enjoy each day as if it were my last. Like any typical, I used to dream of
being loved by someone and to love someone as well. Like the fairy tales who would
have a happy ending. Then, I met this guy. He had me under that spell could
"LOVE". For a day without him would be empty. The first few years in our
relationship have been fruitful and magical. Yet, I wake up one day, missing
him. Crying over him and I have gone mad
looking for him in places that we used to go. It’s sad yet, we can’t undo our
past. The only thing we can do is to accept it.
A few years after I’ve realized the meaning of what, my father
used to say that is never to cry over spilled milks. Be happy for what is left.
True, he may have broken my heart into million pieces yet he hasn’t ruined my
life. I am who I am and I can be a better me with or without him. For life, is
not about loving the most beautiful person in the world, but loving the person
who made your world beautiful. For love like water you can’t contain. You have
to keep it flowing for it essence runs deep in your character. Thus, real
happiness loves yourself and let that love radiate to the people around you.
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