Once Upon A Time I Lost Myself .
Once Upon A Time I Lost Myself .
Sometimes we lose it. we fall into love like a pillowed net and lie there for months in LaLaLand. I’ve been there, in that net. I’ve been there countless times. It wasn’t the first time or the last, but once upon a time I lost myself. He was the guy I had admired for some time. His eyes drew me in from across the room, where ever he was, and saturated my thoughts. He made me weak at the knees; he made me feel different.
When he finally asked me out, I was overjoyed. It felt as though everything I once questioned was suddenly clear. It was a wonderful moment, the first of its kind that actuall lasted. We spend every available afternoon together, every evening on the phone, every morning busy messaging each other.
On our 2 months anniversary, he wrote me a letter like he did on our first. That was all tt he ever gave, but that was also enough. I gave him a cd I burned myself and compiled it with all the songs that meant how I felt towards him. We had our anniversary alone at his house, but it didn’t matter. We were always alone, and it felt good that way. I didn’t even question the fact that my girlfriends had fallen off the face of the planet. I couldn’t see past my own two feet, and there was no room for anyone else but him. We were a couple in love, our names sewn on the same string.
Dreams fall apart sometimes. We wake up and everything’s different.
One day I woke up, and the fantasy that he and I had created was torn, revealing the reality on the other side of the wall we had formed. It was easy to be idealistic about love; I had never felt this way about anybody. We had built a cocoon around each other, wanting nothing more but to become butterflies together, and here we were, flying away.
As I emerged from the darkness that morning, I realized that isolation wasn’t the answer. I had pushed my friends and my family out of my life. I had thrown down the truth, hidden my identity and dismissed the me I once was. I had lost myself in his eyes and in his arms, and now who was I?
I called him that afternoon but he was gone. I knew he was. I had broken our paper chain, so delicate and so easily torn. When I finally got to him, we agreed to meet at his bus stop wher we had spent hours waiting for buses for the past few months.
I sat there in front of those smiling eyes that made me forget myself. The eyes that seemed different now. The lamppost shivered, and tears blurred us from each other. We didn’t step on each other’s shadow again.
Regardless of what may happen in the future, I learned a serious lesson through him. I learnt that love doesn’t mean losing oneself.
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i like this story alot and it truly describes how i felt in the past. I realli learnt that there is no need to lose oneself no matter how deep the love is. learn to balance n u wil b happier, n u wil find that gd frens wont go, even after ur breakup.
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