Mine.

[Prologue]

A Broken Man.

That's who I fell in love with.

A Broken Man.

That's who I gave a chance.

A Broken Man.

That's who I helped heal.

It's not easy and I would not recommend it to any woman on this earth. Because it's not an easy task once so ever.

He was traumatized.

He wouldn't talk about his past. He wouldn't tell me what hurt him because he couldn't trust anyone.

He was insecure.

He didn't think he was enough for anyone. He didn't even think he was enough for his own life.

He was distant.

He didn't like being attached to new people, because he doesn't want to be hurt.

He was depressed.

He never properly handled any of his hurt, so he held it in. So that's all he knew and could never look at life in any other way.

I had to teach him how to love.

He's capable of love but he just showed it differently.

I had to bring back his faith in life.

He had to know that life wasn't always a disappointment.

I had to be very patient.

Broken men are dangerous to fall in love with. They weren't stable and might not even be able to love you the way you want.

I got lucky.

I was made for him.

However, I will never recommend it. Once you realize a man is broken, you might want to make a run for.

It's not your job to fix him.

Loving a broken man means you have to love him more than he loves himself.

You have to love him, more than he loves you sometimes.

He'll take you for granted, and you have to be mentally strong. Because he can't help it.

Don't do it, don't love a man who can't even love himself because you deserve so much more.

This broken man and I were in a unique set of circumstances.

He wasn't as broken as some men are. He just needed someone to listen to him.

So, maybe this will leave you puzzled, intrigued. Or maybe it will leave you thinking "What the hell?"

Or maybe it'll just make you exit right now, and never look back.

But maybe that's the reaction I'm going for. A level of unsureness, to either you keep reading to see what's this all about or exit because finding out will be too hard.

Reading the story to the end would be too great of a challenge.

You might exit because you don't think this is the kind of story you're looking for.

How will you know?

I've lived this story, and survived, I just want to share it.

I wished this story was that simple, but it's not. There is no exit. At least, for me.

I don't get to say "I don't like the way it started. " and get to go on to the next thing. I have to tell my story. Live it out. Finish my life goal. I have to accomplish this.

So will you continue reading this story so you can stop the voice in the back of your head that's telling to go on. Will you tame the suspense that my words have left you to deal with?

Or will you exit?

It's now or never.

Because once this story starts, exiting will be the last thing on your mind. If you choose to continue, I just have one warning:

Don't try this at home....

My name is Arabella Jersey. I was born 6,366 days ago on January 8, 2000. I've been alive for 17 years, five months, 22 days and 14 hours.
And in all that time... I've never said a single word.