Lonliness
Her childhood was special. She was always surrounded by friends, people who brought joy into her life. But even that wasn't enough. There was an emptiness that lingered, a feeling that nothing could fill.
Her parents did everything they could to give her the best of everything—material things, opportunities, experiences—but none of it seemed to matter. She didn't need much. She could sit for days at home, not venturing outside, content in the comfort of her own space, indulging in little activities that allowed her to relax. But now and then, her mind would wander. Thoughts would swirl, and they'd block out any chance at emotional connection or deeper relationships. She'd question herself—what if she wasn't good enough, or worse, what if she never would be? When someone liked her, she couldn't understand why. She couldn't like herself, and she envied the people who were confident and sure of themselves. Others seemed to see things in her that she could never quite grasp. She was smart—she knew that—but it didn’t help her move past the doubts.
She liked to help people, but she never asked for help in return. It was as if there was an unspoken rule: others could lean on her, but she had to carry her burdens alone. Even when she faced difficult times, no one would know. Sometimes, she longed for someone to lean on, a shoulder to cry on, but she couldn't allow herself that luxury. Almost immediately, she would close herself off again, pretending to be strong and independent.
Her family had always been her anchor. She supported them unconditionally, doing everything she could to make them comfortable, happy, and healthy. Their well-being brought her peace. But over time, she realized that this wasn't enough. This life, this constant giving without receiving, was suffocating her. Nothing made her happy anymore—neither her family nor her job. She needed change, radical change, but how could she make that decision when she knew her family depended on her? She would never forgive herself if something went wrong because she had let go of her responsibility.
Her life was a mess of obligations. She always gave, never asking for anything in return. Sometimes she felt like people were using her, but still, she couldn’t stop herself from helping.
As a child, she was open and trusting—traits that had their pros and cons. She never imagined that her friends could betray her simply because they envied her ability to get along better with boys than they did. She didn’t like to lie, which often placed her in uncomfortable situations. She would share her innermost thoughts with her friends, oblivious to the fact that some of them might stab her in the back. She was naive, and perhaps, she would always be that way.
After enduring several betrayals, she vowed to never trust anyone again.
Time passed, and she turned to books on psychology, attempting to understand herself and the people around her. Gradually, she began to open up to a select few, cautiously testing the waters of friendship once more. To her surprise, there were a few people who proved worthy of her trust. Yet, despite this, something remained missing. She felt like an observer of her own life, watching from the sidelines, as if someone else were living it for her.
She needed change—real, significant change. At times, the thought of ending it all crossed her mind, but she quickly dismissed it. She loved her family too much. To leave them behind would have been selfish, and she knew that.
She considered a move—relocating to another country, starting anew in a place where no one knew her, where she could leave her past and build a life free from regrets. Or maybe she should focus on building her own family, find someone to share her life with, and raise children. She wasn’t sure which path would lead to her happiness. It was a constant dilemma: how could she carry on when she had no clear direction?
Life, she knew, was unpredictable. You could plan, dream, and prepare, but plans could change in an instant. But living without plans—without some sort of purpose—was equally painful. She was trapped in her own cycle of self-torment, unsure of how to break free.
Then, on her birthday, something unexpected happened. She was rushing to work, dressed in a beautiful dress and high heels, eager to look her best. She had spent so much time preparing—carefully choosing her outfit and doing her makeup. But then, as fate would have it, one of her heels snapped. Frustrated and upset, she stood on the sidewalk, not knowing what to do. That's when a young man approached her. He saw her distressed face and offered to help. He was calm, reassuring, and she, for the first time in a long while, agreed.
As they drove to her work, they talked. She was amazed at how comfortable she felt with him, as if they had known each other forever. It was as if destiny had orchestrated their meeting, bringing them together just at the right moment. When she arrived at her destination, he handed her his business card and told her that he was just a phone call away. For the first time in ages, she felt seen, valued, and hopeful.
She took a chance and called him the next day. Their relationship grew quickly, and before long, they were married. Now, they live happily together, and she is expecting a child.
Who would have thought her story would unfold like this? Certainly not her. Even she couldn’t believe that it was possible—this man, this stranger who had once been a mere passerby, had become her rock, her partner, and the person who saved her from her loneliness.
It no longer mattered how many people had surrounded her in the past. With him, she was no longer alone. He had melted the walls around her heart, and together, they had found a connection so deep it could not be broken. No matter what came next, she knew she would never let him go. They had finally found each other, two soulmates who had been wandering in the dark until they found their way to each other.
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