Old Days Break Free [ON HOLD]

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The woman and her growing feelings

Lorraine's POV

My whole life, I held on to a dream-a dream of having a family just like the one my parents built.

They had a love that seemed unbreakable, and with that love, they raised three children who adored them in return.

They made it all look so easy.

I grew up surrounded by warmth and affection, the kind of love that held everything together, no matter how chaotic the world outside might be.

My dreams were never grand or extravagant.

I didn't long for the spotlight, to sit at the head of a powerful company, or to wield influence over thousands.

No, my dreams were simpler, quieter.

I wanted to be like my mother-a loving wife and a devoted mother, someone who made a home feel like a sanctuary.

I envied her.

I wanted to be like her in every way.

The way she cared for us, the way she loved unconditionally, the way she seemed to know exactly what to do, no matter the situation.

I admired her ability to hold everything together with grace and patience, and I hoped one day I could do the same.

But when I finally found someone to love, it wasn't in the cards for me.

It's funny how life works.

They say that in our lifetime, we will have three great loves.

I used to think that was just a romantic idea, something people said to comfort themselves after heartbreak.

But looking back, maybe there's some truth to it.

My first love?

It was my puppy love, my very first love-Chandria.

She was everything to me at the time.

I was young, naive, and full of hope.

When I looked at her, I saw my future.

I thought that love would be enough, that it would conquer everything.

"You're so unfair," I remember telling her, my voice filled with hurt.

"You gave me signs, made me believe you liked me too, but it was all a lie. You made me fall for you, but in the end, you wouldn't catch me... Why?"

My first love?

I was a fool.

I poured my heart and soul into that relationship, believing she was the one.

She made me believe that I was the one she wanted, that we were meant to be.

But in the end, it wasn't me.

It was my cousin she chose.

Losing my first love felt like the world had crumbled beneath my feet.

I was shattered, and it left a mark on me.

It made me afraid-afraid that if I ever loved someone again, they would abandon me just as she had.

Then came my second love-the hard one.

By the time my second love came along, I was different.

I couldn't give her the attention or the love she deserved.