This
is my story. About the love that came alone.
Three
years ago I was 23 years old and very unhappy. I had just left a rich,
non-committed man who wanted to marry me and gave me everything I needed.
But
one day, April 1 it was and just like in a joke I left him. There was a reason
and quite a serious one. He wanted to own me. Leaving him meant losing my job
(because I worked for him), my love, my comfort and money.
Another
man helped me leave him; he was the third man in my life. I was madly in love
with him. I simply adored him. Two months after we began dating, his
ex-girlfriend called him and told him she was pregnant. He went crazy. He began
behaving weird. He didn’t know what to do. Go to her or stay with me. At the
end, he left me.
I
cried myself out. For months and maybe years.
I
started dating other men and hurting them. For only a year I went to bed with 5
men and left them in the worst possible way. I made them cry and beg me.
I
felt nothing. I was the cruelest being in the world. My heart was broken and I
found no meaning of life. But at a certain point I calmed down. I forgot the man
that left me. He married that woman he left me for. I lost him forever and I
knew I needed to move forward and to go back to normal, to somehow save my
soul.
Weird
enough after this so called balance, Paco appeared. I was at a bar and he
approached and started talking to me. We spent our time together until 4 am and
we couldn’t get enough of each other. It was hard at the beginning. He had just
been abandoned by a woman he was 5 years with.
So
he was being mean to me. But I knew best what he felt and waited for the moment
he would reach that calmness that I felt and everything will be perfect.
Yes,
I waited for him to go through that same hell I did, through the same agony for
the unrequited love and I don’t feel sorry about it. Because now I have next to
me the man I can rely on totally. I love him and I cannot imagine my life
without him.
We
have our wedding planned in 3 months time, exactly two years after we met. And I
think that happiness comes alone to us, without looking or crying for it. The
only thing we need is to be at peace with ourselves.
