Love Is Upon Us

What is love? Would you be complete if you find it? 

Growing up movies always defined love as a person. Movies always display that a girl will find her own prince charming and they will happily live ever after. I believed that. Growing up I always dreamed about what my own prince charming will be. I always think about, is he good-looking? Cute shy man? Is he kindhearted? It's always here carve inside my head. That's what love means to me. A person you must find and share your remaining days with. When I come to age of 16, I met this boy. Soon I met him, we are drawn to each other. He turned out to be a boy with shyness but with charisma and kindness. He's my prince charming. Warm holding hands, short talks, and sweet handwritten letters. It's perfect really. With him, I think I can go swim back and forth to the ocean for him. He's so special that I can give him my first sexual experience. I'm willing to go and break all my principles for him. That's how much he meant to me. I thought of him as my bestfriend. Everything is perfect just like I wanted. But it turns out, it's not. He lied straight to my face without feeling sorry. We broke up. Then he find someone else two weeks after. Great? It really tore me up to pieces. I thought pain can last for eternity. I question myself why I need to go through this? My dream is to have a happy ending, why can't I have one? I would have love him all my life, if he didn't left me in the cold. It takes a toll on my emotional state. I started to doubt myself. I start to question my demeanor, my body. Is something wrong with me? Doesn't he like my body? He crushed me and left me nothing but a scar. Everyone pat my back and said "Time can heal" but I couldn't bring myself to believe in it. I was shaken to my whole core. I barely knew who I was. But after a while, I see it. Maybe they're right. Time can heal. All of us experience heart break just like me, but they're standing on their two feet, firm and proud. I see a bit of hope. That this dark tunnel have a light on its end. I hit the rock bottom, but I pick up myself brave and strong. I realize my worth, that I'm a priceless possession. That it's his lost, not mine. I am worth so much more than what he think. I deserve more love than what anyone can give me. In that day forward, I love myself more. I found me and learned what I'm made for. It take time but I found love buried within me. When I found it, it completes me. It's like a missing part of my soul has been found.