They say that the best things in life are the ones that you don't see coming. That you tend to enjoy every single bit of it when it's unexpected. For so long I believed all that to be lies, but life hit me with a wrecking ball.
I used to scream at the top of my lungs that "love" was all bullshit and that I would never let anyone into my life again. I became the most cold hearted person ever. My friends did many attempts into setting up blind dates for me, but I always seemed to ruin them. Either I was a bitch to the guy or I just wouldn't show up. I became someone who everyone took a step back from. I never realized how many people I had been loosing due to my cold hearted life. Wine and vodka became my inseparable friends. Cigarettes turned into my little go-to girl. I'd laughed way too hard, but cried silently because I hated who I was. But I couldn't get hurt again, could I? I believed I deserved the best love possible, since I had gone through so much, but I wasn't giving anyone any type of love. I thought I deserved the whole world at my feet because of the many nights I had spent crying myself to sleep. I told myself that I shouldn't settle for anything less than what I actually deserved. I was so caught up in being cold hearted and with my "friends" that I failed to realize I was all by myself. Wine, vodka and cigarettes got boring after a while. I stepped back from them and began to forgive myself for the life I had chosen. I stopped expecting to have everything and everyone at my feet, and that's when it all happened.
He showed up without a knock on my door, without a warning sign, he showed up just like that. I thought that he would just be someone I'd talk to and that's it. The days turned into weeks and then months, and by the time I knew it there was just something about him that made my heart skip a beat. I never knew that the butterflies in the stomach were an actual thing until he showed up. It was as if my days were full of sunsets and my favorite ice cream. With him I found peace, the type of peace you just can't explain. Who would've thought that someone I had met a while ago would turn into the most important person in my life?
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