Username + user ID:
Broccoli_Bento // 965616
Kalon name:
Braelynn
Prompt response:
Broccoli_Bento // 965616
Kalon name:
Braelynn
Prompt response:
- Why was I born in a world that revolves around "love"?
What does it mean to truly "love", if it's not to only harm those who believe in it?
How can one just freely give their hearts to someone, just for them to shatter it with empty promises, lies and trickery?
I did... I was the fool who let others in and turn my hopeful yearning heart into a pile of bittered ash.
As a child I thought that I would understand what it meant to be loved, but my tiny outstretched arms hung in deafening silence awaiting my parent's embrace...
I thought that they would show the type of attention that reflected love like other families did, but I guess they saved me the trouble of finding later in life how painful it really is.
Whenever they did try to express their "love" it was only to lie to my face, to hide things by distracting my heart with the words "I love you".
Hugs were empty, gifts were bought not out of love but to "make me happy", compliments were not sincere, and they didn't even try to hide their arguments.
I'm surprised they didn't divorce sooner...
When I was fifteen I attempted to give love another chance, and gave my already broken heart to someone I trusted.
So how did they end up shattering it?
Was it because I was pursuing a different type of love unknown to me, perhaps it was the idea of the existence of a romantic love, one I did not see between my parents?
Whatever the reason, I was blind thinking that such a thing existed.
For two years I went on hoping that the person I loved would love me like they did the first three months, but it was all just a facade.
I fell for every trick in the book, I was so desperate to be "loved" that I let them break my heart over and over again.
I know that I am of the vast minority who see "love" for what it truly is, but that doesn't mean I only befriend those who believe the same as I do.
I'm even friends with a girl who expresses her "love" for things, legit all the time.
"I love this", "I love that", "I love you guys", all are just statements of like than of love, but she's a good friend.
I've opened up to dating again, but this time I'm not letting go of the dust that is the remains of my heart.
I guess you could say I'm not "dating" rather I'm seeking a closer friendship that allows hand holding, hugs, and nose boops.
His name is Lake Monroe.
We were introduced by Jamie, and I trust her, so I decided to give him a chance.
He's a nice guy who's shown me great patience and respect for my beliefs, and is considerate to not use "love" around me.
Oh, and don't get me started on Disney!
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