Once upon a time, a long time ago, there was a little girl, tender as a snowdrop, who wanted to experience the unknown. She did not know how much it could affect her, how much she would enter the darkness of life, a trap from which she would no longer be able to escape. Her eyes shone with a burning desire to feel what it would be like to be loved by someone that fate had brought into her life. What this little girl didn't know was that every love has an ugly side, a side where you feel like your innocent and pure soul is falling apart into thousands of pieces that will hardly be glued together. She was always looking for love, being for her, a goal to be achieved at any cost. He wanted to know how it feels, how it penetrates his heart until his pulse increases, what it's like to dream of him every night, what it's like to feel wanted by someone. The little girl didn't feel the love from her father that often, but when she did, the blood in her veins flowed faster and faster. She wanted to make him understand that she needed validation more often, but she never knew how to do it. She asked left and right, but she knew that all the advice she got wasn't going to help her because she knew her daddy best and there was no way they could help her.
So she went forward with the thought that one day this would change, although her subconscious knew that no one could have such a big impact on someone. Sometimes he wonders if he will always seek love and attention from people who won't reciprocate it, if these are just steps he has to climb to get to where he is meant to be. The little girl was now looking out the window, watching the world passing by on the street, small children, teenagers, mothers, and fathers, all of them having a different aura, a unique one that she would like to discover. He wants so much, but sometimes time is so short that he settles for a little. He would like to see how others try to be what they want, but he often fails. So she moves on, hoping to be seen without the porcelain masks.
Everything has a beginning and an end, a sunset, and a sunrise. We don't know when they come or when everything will go away. All we know is that the story will always continue with a new chapter. Sometimes it's painful, sometimes it's full of hope that it's going to be okay. It's like they say there's always light, even in the darkest place, right? The little girl waited for the days to pass with the thought that something nice would happen to her after so much pain. She still hopes... She still smiles when she cries, when she feels she can't anymore... She is still here, not in her world, but far from this dark place... She still lives... She still breathes... She stays here...
A few months have passed, and the little girl is no longer the same... Much has changed in her pure soul, in her soul full of hope. Now it is empty; no one and nothing can make her return to her old heart. She was destroyed the moment he hurt her when he made her bleed inside. two words, a look, a gesture. So much... So much for her to become someone else. She hates him for what he did to her, the last person who had barely hurt her until then. He doesn't want to see him anymore, to hear his voice that reminds him of that morning when he showed all his hatred for his indifference to his little girl. But even in the saddest days, she loves him because she got used to the fact that he will be like this forever, that every person is different and no one can change a person. The little girl understood that she must accept people as they are, hoping that maybe someday her dream will come true. So she closed her tearful eyes with the thought that she had tried everything she could and that at the end of the day, she would live with the idea that she had given him another chance. But on sad days, she no longer wants to breathe, to live, to hope. She knows that sometimes it's for nothing... But, somewhere deep in her soul, she thinks that she will be fine too, someday...