Story one:
I always wanted to experience heartache, simply because I wanted to experience love. It is said that the feeling of love is somehow wonderful. Well I guess that I’ll never know. My whole life has been a series of scenes put together but they never really made a movie. I guess it was about time for me to experience joy and pain to finally consider myself an adult.
I'm practically living in a world that I created, but aren’t we all. I and only I shall decide if this is going to be a teenage love story or an old woman’s pick of a heartbreak story. So what should it be?
I guess that the latter is more dramatic and worth telling since the first is simply another typical chick flick kind of novel.
I grew up in a big town where anything and everything is possible. The possibility of me getting married was high at first but kept on decreasing as I aged. I woke up one day and found myself proposed to by two brothers that I hardly even knew. They were both sweet and marriage ready. But it turned out that it was me that wasn’t ready. I declined their offer thinking that I was the heroine of a melodrama and that the world revolves around me. I always thought that the two brothers would end up fighting for me and that each one of them will do his best to empress me and win my heart. Little did I know that what you see in movies only happens in movies.
My father cherished me like a jewel. I was the first born of a family that had already lost two children before they even complete their first year, so I was special and everybody loved and cherished me.
I later had to experience having a brother, which I have to admit wasn’t the best since I had to loose my spot of the favorite child.
While growing up, I couldn’t do anything on my own. My dad took me to school,never gave me an errand to make and by the time I turned 25 and was ready to work I was accostumed to the idea of always been dependant on others that he had to drive me to work.
I’m 51, I don’t have a license, which means I can’t drive, I don’t have a husband, which means no children and I certainly don’t have a job, which means: what’s life worth living for?
Now that I’m standing here on this cliff ready to give my soul back to the one that gifted it to me in the first place, I feel somehow ashamed of having lead such a meaningless life.
God! How I wish that someone, somehow comes and try to stop me from doing this horrible act towards myself. If only I had someone left to release this pain. Someone to listen to me and comfort me. Someone to tell me that it’s okay to feel lonely and to be alone. But no one is here.
I’m standing here alone ready to give my life away with no regrets whatsoever.
One, two three steps, I let go… I’m free.