I stood there, speechless, heart racing as tears threatened to escape from my eyes. I watched the girl of my dreams spew all sorts of rubbish in my face.
For some minutes, I tried to make sense of what she was saying, as they weren’t words of the girl I was madly in love with.
“You are a broke boy. I don’t do broke boys. Go make enough money before you propose any form of relationship to me,” she said bluntly, not sugarcoating her words. Every single word that came out of her mouth felt like a dagger, piercing my heart over and again.
In that moment, I felt like I was in a dream. It was surreal, as this couldn’t be the Hannah that I had dedicated two years of my life loving, caring, and building with. This definitely could not be the innocent, shy Hannah I had known for so many years.
I held the flowers behind me tightly, and it felt like I was going to ruin every piece of them even before I got the chance to give them to her.
Hannah went on and on, no filter, no mercy. I was too weak and ashamed to stop her and I did the only thing I could do. I walked wordlessly away. Freezing in the cold, I threw the flower on the road and got into my car.
I was glad I was able to come with it as I didn’t know how I would have saved myself from all the insults and embarrassment.
Getting into the car, I let it all out, not holding back, not acting tough, as all the pent-up emotions came crashing down without warning or permission.
My chest tightened, making it difficult for me to breathe properly, the pain was just too much for one person to bear, and the last time I had felt such pain was the day my father died.
Heartbreaks were tough to deal with, no doubt, but this was life-threatening to say the very least.
It took close to an hour before I was able to calm down. I drove away with Hello by Adele playing on the radio. It was a tough road ahead of me but there was no way I was going to give Hannah the satisfaction of knowing how much she had broken me.
“Luka, everything is going to be fine, you’ve got this!” I said loudly to myself, as I needed every fiber of my being to listen, believe, and act accordingly.
What do I see?
I see a rose covered with snow and the rose flower is standing firm despite the harsh weather.
What do I feel?
I feel the rose might not last for too long despite looking healthy.
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