Broken heart, broken dreams
Tired of casual relationships.
Walking through life, looking
for that love that seemed so
elusive. It shimmered in the
distance like a mirage but
disappeared as she got
closer.
It was the love she
read about in books. The love
she longed to experience but
it was beyond her grasp.
Every time she thought she
had found it, it turned out
to be an illusion.
She imagined the walks
on the beach, the holding
of hands, gazing into his
eyes, the love emanating
from them and warming
her in its glow. The sun
casting shadows on their
faces as they stood facing
each other, the gentle breeze
caressing them and their
arms wrapped around each
other.
She could almost hear his gentle
laughter, the sound of the
waves rushing onto the
sand which was soft and
squishy between her toes.
And she would look at the
sailboats bobbing in the
water as she and her
love ambled along the
water’s edge, hand in
hand. Then she would
turn to him but he was
gone. Instead of
holding his hand, she
was holding her sandals.
She was standing there
alone on the beach. It had
all been a dream.
Tired of the dreams.
She wanted the real
thing. The temptation
to give up on love was
so powerful and many
times she almost gave
in but…she fought it
with all she had. She
wanted to find that
one true love that she
would spend the rest
of her life with. It was
out there somewhere.
So, instead of searching
for love, she would let it
find her.
