Battlefield

So I was bored, and so I read. Blogs over blogs. Nothing interesting.

And then I remembered.

It was a blog I didn't visit in a long time. There was no reason to visit it. Until a random decision was made and I see my fingers typing on the iPad. I remember the URL address. Easy. 

Nothing much happened since. Many of the people I used to follow have stopped writing. Perhaps their interests have weared thin against the test of time, alike many things. Friendships, for one, example. And so I searched, and I stumbled upon another blog. 

I read. One post after another. Suddenly I'm sitting in the car reading, brisking through one entry to another. But what stopped me to read slowly, was a note that she wrote many years ago in which she published recently. Through the bits and pieces, I realize that she is quite similar to Me. Of course, I don't match up to anywhere near her in terms of beauty; we are oceans apart, but I do see some similarities, in terms of character. 

Perhaps that's why we loved the same man.

I read her blog. And couldn't stop reading it. 

I felt hurt, for her. 

I'm shocked, surprised, that the person I once loved so truthfully had the decency to inflict so much pain upon another person who so unrequitedly loved him. Perhaps she was willing too. He was not a difficult person to fall for.

Of course, my story with him was in another place, another time. Eons even, to say.

But he shouldn't have. I had expected better of him.

Please note, guys out there: Do not a EVER use loneliness as a reason to lead someone on, into believing that a 'spark' would come to place, especially when YOU DONT KNOW WHAT YOU WANT. And girls, we are so in love with the idea of being in love, that we fall in ever too quickly, possibly endangering our hearts to get sliced through the knife when things just don't work out. So we have gotta be more clever to protect our dear fragile hearts from ever being broken. 

To her, you do not know me. I do not know you either. But I feel your hurt, as you have loved him for a very long time, ever so willingly, and because I know him, a part of me feels that I know you too. Perhaps through your words, your experiences as well. It would be hard to let go, especially when loving him can be so easy, yet so difficult. I know you hoped. I can only say, that time heals everything, even a shattered heart. 

 I dedicate this to you.

 

You will be in my prayers tonight. May God heal your wounds faster with time. 

 

 

lotsa love.