A Unique Love

It wasn't love at first sight. Neither was there any dating; no fancy gifts, no candlelight dinners. In fact, it all started with my separation, a failed marriage. 

There are various ways in which people express grief. For example, the way they mourn death. Rarely, one doesn't cry, but acts indifferent to a tragedy. My reaction was the same. I continued to wear my ring. I cracked jokes and showed myself strong. 

I belong to a small town, where the stigma to such things is high. Deep down, I was in shock. One day, I could not bear the pain anymore, I crumbled. My heart is like a crystal, very fragile. I had to pick up all the broken pieces and rebuild myself. I needed somebody to wipe my tears or to applaud me, but I was alone. I reminded myself that I loved myself, I had a duty towards me. It was when I overcame my fears and weaknesses, that I became more self-confident. 

Love comes in many forms, but self-love if the most powerful form of love. It's intoxicating, it's a miracle. I felt I was strong enough, capable enough, worthy enough. Maybe all this while I had been looking for someone to love me but now I realised I was enough. I had transformed. I was still the princess I used to be, but I no longer needed a knight in shining armour.

A writing pad means to me, what the sky means to a bird. I now set myself free, afterall, a writer has no boundaries. Thank you StoryMirror for giving me this opportunity