Growing up I always questioned what love was and I still do today.
I always thought love was like in fairy tales when the princess would find her prince charming. At least that was when I was a lot younger and Disney movies would be the only real answer to true love.
Now people write books, poems and short stories.
People even direct movies just to show others what love is supposed to look like.
Somewhere in the back of my mind I thought maybe that was what it was all about. I mean imagine just having someone outside your window with a boombox blasting your favorite song, having someone grovel at your feet or even dancing in the rain with someone not caring if you’ll get sick and just forgetting about everyone else around you.
I always thought maybe I could be someone’s Juliet, Rose, Allie or Elizabeth Bennet but this wasn’t the movies it was real life and I have to face it there will be no Romeo, Jack, Noah or Mr. Darcy.
To be honest I never saw real love because I’m now convinced that the pages I read in books were lies and the images that I saw in movies were just for entertainment and trickery.
I was always taught to never make the words of a man fool and corrupt you because that’s the only thing they were good for.
Somewhere along the lines of me dreaming and wishing to find ‘THE ONE’ I lost myself.
I lost touch with reality and I made what I read in books deceive me but one thing I never lost was hope.
I’m only seeing now that I wasted my time listening, observing and reading what everyone else said about love but It’s too late now although I see now that I was naive and easily manipulated I wouldn’t change a thing because dying alone actually feels better than to leave the person you love in the world alone to live in pain and sorrow.
WORDS OF A DYING OLD WOMAN
