There she sat, thinking about days long gone. Thinking about the time her first love brought with it her first loss. Thinking about how it left her a stronger person. Though even today it is too painful for her to relive those days, though even today thinking about him brings a tear to her eyes, she hopes that one day she can look back at those memories with a smile. she hopes she can pick up the phone and talk to him ( just like the good old days, one friend to another). She hopes. It is true that she will always love him but it is also true that she has to move on.
" Just because tears cloud my eyes now, doesn't mean that i won't bask in the summers of my smile soon"
With these thoughts she begins to hope once again. She hopes for the strength to cry and get over her pain, for the strength to live and enjoy her present and the strength to face her future ( no matter what it brings with it). She gets up, picks up the pieces of her shattered heart, starts putting them back together, one piece at a time, getting ready for a new adventure. She realises that life goes on and chooses to go with it, to run with it, to fly with it! She decides to live it, to experience it and to love it. Yes she decides to love,and to smile...she decides to live.
These words express not only my experience, but the experience of almost every girl who at the age of 18 steps into a new life... Physically a lady in every way, mentally she is yet to reconcile to the loss of (her) childish innocence and embrace the cruel irony of adulthood. Add to this the spice of love, and you have an almost perfect dynamite. It has often been said, 'Oh to be young and to feel the sting of love"... Yes indeed, a sting it is. This sting can be the result of a steadiness present in a close friendship or the heart fluttering at first glance. Like all sins, love tempts; and like all sinners, the heart gives in.
But what happens when we wake up to reality, what happens when 'he' does not make our heart flutter anymore, what happens when we are rendered catatonically confused by this blurred line between friendship and love?
That's when we decide to pick reality. We chose friendship and walk away from our world of romance and fluttering hearts. It is at times like these when we need to muster our strength, channel our energies and move forward.
Sure, it is a process that involves having our heart broken. Sure it involves sleepless nights, marathon counselling sessions with our 'BFFs' and countless tears. But, it does get better. It is through these nights and these tears that we learn to smile, that 'She' learns to smile. And given a choice, wouldn't we all agree to go through it all one more time, wouldn't we all 'smile', one more time...
These words express not only my experience, but the experience of almost every girl who at the age of 18 steps into a new life... Physically a lady in every way, mentally she is yet to reconcile to the loss of (her) childish innocence and embrace the cruel irony of adulthood. Add to this the spice of love, and you have an almost perfect dynamite. It has often been said, 'Oh to be young and to feel the sting of love"... Yes indeed, a sting it is. This sting can be the result of a steadiness present in a close friendship or the heart fluttering at first glance. Like all sins, love tempts; and like all sinners, the heart gives in.
But what happens when we wake up to reality, what happens when 'he' does not make our heart flutter anymore, what happens when we are rendered catatonically confused by this blurred line between friendship and love?
That's when we decide to pick reality. We chose friendship and walk away from our world of romance and fluttering hearts. It is at times like these when we need to muster our strength, channel our energies and move forward.
Sure, it is a process that involves having our heart broken. Sure it involves sleepless nights, marathon counselling sessions with our 'BFFs' and countless tears. But, it does get better. It is through these nights and these tears that we learn to smile, that 'She' learns to smile. And given a choice, wouldn't we all agree to go through it all one more time, wouldn't we all 'smile', one more time...
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