Chapter 1: The Beginning of Love
I got hurt.
In the process of picking myself back up, I began to think deeply. I've read countless books, heard stories, and witnessed firsthand the lengths women go to in the name of love. I saw my mother grieve, endure tremendous pain because of the things she did for love. I comforted close friends, held their hands through tears as they wept for what they sacrificed in the name of love.
Now, I'm in. I fell in love.
At the start, everything was so perfect. I savored every minute, hour, day, week, and month. It felt like a precious gift, one I never thought to let go of. I mean, who stops licking ice cream? It's sweet! And that's how love felt — sweet, the sweetest feeling ever. But then, I got hurt. Suddenly, I started to wonder why. What made me do all the things I did in the name of love? Was I the only one in love? Of course not. He was too.
I gave everything: my money, my time, my very self, even my body. That's what we do when we enter a relationship of love, right? But what I couldn't understand was why I stayed in love, even when the bright room we were in together started getting dark. Why did I fight to keep that tiny sliver of light burning? Why was I willing to sacrifice so much, even my peace?
