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She stood before him just as she was made to be, no lies, no judgment, no fake smiles, no broken promises. She showed him the storm that raged within her, the strength of her hearth, the stubbornness of her will and the soul that burned like fire and he...
He took all she had to offer... saw the beauty among the chaos...stared every flaw , every doubt and every fear in the face. He saw her spirit and...tried to conquer her soul...And he did it. He made her dream of happy endings, made her believe that love breaks all the walls and give you wings. He assured her she has to dream with her eyes wide open as everything will be fine and all her dreams will become true...
But in the end he left her... He got tired and cold...and empty like a broken vase. He forgot the way he started loving her was the way she should always be loved.
He break her wings, he break his promises, his vows...He left her bleed to death. The death of all she believed in. The dead of all her hopes and dreams...
She cried days and nights, she implored the angels to make him realize how much she loved him and how silly he was to live a woman that will die for him...But nothing change, he never came back. He got lost in dirty lust and drugs and alcohol...
In the end she realized something precious. She doesn't need to beg for love. She learned that there is no use in hopeless pleas of trying to make someone to stay. She was to good to chase someone who does not know her worth...and she was to wild to wait for him to acknowledge her value. She wanted to be loved unconditionally...She just wanted to love and be loved....
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