**SHARING** (Beautifully said. Thank you!) Acceptance Acceptance. Easier said than done. For a moment, I believed the dream. I was happy, filled with hope, strength and love for the future, for I believed I had found the other half of my soul. And what could be better than to find a soul you can connect with, on every level? Truly, this is what I believed we had. And then, that dream was taken from me, the dream became a nightmare, the nightmare all too real. For so long, the questions lingered in my mind. What happened? Why? Who does that? No one could have loved you as much as I did, and I loved you like no other. And I believed you felt the same, for you told me you did. I fell for your words. How you said that you loved me, that you adored me, that you wanted to marry me and grow old with me. Then came your heartless abandonment: Cold, Vicious, Cruel. In the silence of the discard, days, then weeks and months passed, until finally, the answers came. And when the fog of illusion lifted, and only the truth remained, acceptance was difficult. It is amazing just how wrong I was about you…and no one wanted to believe I was wrong about you as much as I did. I searched for another explanation, yet I was left with only the truth. The truth? You never loved me. Everything was a lie. You were just using me. Sadly, I was nothing more than an object to you. Like a toy or a doll, I was something you could play with, something to be used, manipulated, broken and ultimately thrown away when no longer serving a useful purpose. Maybe you liked the thought of me, maybe you enjoyed my company, but you never loved me or cared about me. Your callousness in hurting me, your indifference to destroying me, compels me to accept this truth. What is worst kind of hurt? It is the intentional deception of the heart. It betrays the mind, breaks the spirit, and destroys the soul. The hardest part of accepting the truth of your deception -- that you never loved me -- is that you spent so much time pretending that you did. I may have lost someone who never loved me, but you lost someone who truly loved you. Now, I only feel sorry for you. You are the weak one, empty, fake, hollow, totally incapable of love, completely incapable of knowing love. One day, when you are all alone, the truth will find you and you’ll remember how much I loved you and you will hate yourself for throwing me away. Eventually, the truth will find you, and then you will remember this word: Acceptance. Easier said than done. The End.
Posted on: Wed, 19 Mar 2014 15:23:49 +0000
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