4 years ago today, I was on my knees begging someone to not leave me. I pleaded, cajoled, and yes begged. I seeked his forgiveness and asked him to love me just a bit more.
He said no.
This was the start of the end of who I was and the beginning of who I am now. 4 years ago, someone broke me into a million pieces and I thought I would never get over that pain. It was a pain that traumatized me and left a huge mark on my entirety. It has made such a impact that I still cringe till now when someone gets too close. I don't know if I could ever be that fragile or trusting of someone again.
He made me believe in love and in him then he took it all away.
He was the first guy to break my heart that day.
4 years ago today, the man I should have been able to trust with my whole life also destroyed me and my family. The man who should never have broken my heart broke it more severely than the first guy. At the same time, he released me from seeking his approval and love for the last 33 years of my life.
He was the second man to break my heart that day.
4 years later, here I am, still standing and now I know that I am stronger than I look and I have a lot more in me that the world has yet to discover. A lot of people have boxed me into princess / high maintenance gal / maarte / bitch / maldita and what not.
I am so much more than that. The last 4 years have proven that. I just wish the Universe would grant me more time in this world to show everyone what I am made of.
There is still more to discover and learn. There is still more to who I am than what you see, what you perceive, what you think. I am more than who you think I am.