There once was this very shy girl who lived in her on own world. All of sudden this lovely boy stepped into her life. Within a week the boy extended this string of his to her. One that was so beautiful and magical. And she, clouded by young love and driven by hopes that she thought would never die, reached out for it with her own, with no hesitation of any sort. The string connecting them seemed to grow stronger as the days passed. There were times when they had to straighten it. Yet, the girl never lost hope.
Over time their wires crossed, or they changed and the truth got lost, something made the he boy let go of his end of the string. And it stabbed the girl like a million iron rods put together. She tried unwinding it, fix it in every way possible, trying her best to reach out to the boy. But what she didn't realise is that she was only coiling it even further.
Now her string is just floating in mid air. With it's free end, burnt. She realized that her imaginary bubble bursted. That nothing in this world is perfect. She realized it the hard way.
Now every time she looks at the mirror she doesn't recognize the person she's looking at. She finds only half of herself.
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Love is like a piece of string.
Short StoryTo love and to have lost is better than to not have loved at all? Really? I'd beg to differ. Love is like a piece of string, endless. At least not until something gets ruined and snips it off. Well, that's the trap we all fall into, LOVE .
