"I should set up a fortune telling booth in the mall. At least then I'd get paid when the things I see about to happen do come to pass," she muttered under her breath as she angrily flipped through her Facebook posts. Just as she suspected. Yet another guy she liked finally got a girlfriend, and it had every indication of being serious this time. Yet again. It just didn't seem fair! She could be close friends with these guys, have great conversations, do fun things, hang out all the time... but in the end she was just one of the boys, loosing "his" attention to another pretty girl who came along. It was a terrible, crushing feeling, being able to foresee what was about to happen. She could pretty much pick out who "she" would be, long before "he" ever seemed to show signs that he was aware what was going on. Why was it that when she knew him inside out, it never occurred to him to stop ogling the pretty girls and look at her?
She was tired of this cycle repeating itself. Tired of the heartbreak, of being the only one hurting alone. Tired of patiently looking on, trying to be supportive, smiling to cover up the tears that threatened to spill over and would inevitably drowned her pillow when she got home at the end of the day. Tired that no matter how much she loved "him", he'd never be hers. Change her clothes, change her hair, loose some weight, take up new hobbies, give him all her time and attention... all for what? An empty heart and the weight of the world crushing her down... down... down... She wasn't herself, but she still wasn't good enough for him.
But what she was tired of more than anything, was being bitter.
How does one cure a broken heart that has turned bitter? How does a person regain their hope when every time it glimmers it is stamped down, buried deep and washed away by a river of endless tears? What do you do when everyone else gets the very thing you desire most?
How does one find joy again?
Exhausted and emotionally barren, she drifted off to sleep. Time did not heal this wound; it only allowed it to scab before someone would scratch the surface and allow the fester to be released. Healing was the only thing that could save her now.
