You know how the little feeling called ‘love’ takes over every emotion that you’ve ever had? It feels like that’s the best thing that’s ever there. Especially the teenage love, the time when all you sappy romance lovers (like me) want to sit up late hours watching ‘The Notebook’ and texting that one person that you love. 

Maybe I was in love. Or maybe, I was in love with the mere idea of love and it spun me such beautiful dreams. Dreams that I didn’t want to wake up from. Dreams that I wish were true, even this very moment.

I’ll tell you a little story now…

There was a little princess who lived in a big castle made of glass. The glass was shiny without even a single hint of dirt or crack. She personally took care of all its windows. She treasured them until one day, when someone threw a huge stone right through her windows.

She was crying – hurt, and broken. The glass was her heart and the pieces were shattered. She was too tired to fix it up. In time, she met a guy, someone who knew how to mend windows and hearts.

At first, they hit it off as friends. She knew about heartbreaks and didn’t want them. So she kept her distance until he kept coming back to talk to her and spend time with her.

He was funny and charming. He wasn’t the most handsome of the men she’d seen but there was something about him that she didn’t find in the others. And she fell in love. She was in love with the man whom she thought loved her back. They shared sweet moments, memories, long walks, and everything worth cherishing. Beautiful words were exchanged between them.

One day, her best friend told the man about the princess and her feelings towards him. He confronted her and told her that it would’ve been better if she’d come forward to tell him the same. That was the end of their conversation. 

It all went back to how it was before. Sweet nothing. And she was happy. However, he left one day, and didn’t turn back. She wrote letters and tried contacting his friends. But she didn’t hear a thing from him. She threw herself past the glass window. No one was there to pick her up. She stood there, blood dripping from her veins, in the pouring rain waiting for him to come back and say he was sorry to have left her. But he never came.

Eventually, she went back to her usual self. But the healing process wasn’t easy. It took her a year, maybe even more. Yet every time she heard his name, she would jolt and feel the goose bumps on her skin. She moved on finally. But after 2 years, he came back saying sorry and that he was stupid. He told her he loved talking to her, and that he’d always liked her, but as a friend. 

The princess wondered what were all the sweet nothings for if he wasn’t interested? But she never asked him because she didn’t care anymore. She wasn’t ready to be heartbroken again .

Yet, another guy walked into her life. He was everything the other guy wasn’t – caring, lovable, charming, and cute. It was like her life was on repeat – Sweet nothings, dreams and memories. She had more stuff to hold onto now. 

This time she stepped it up, waiting for a year to tell him how she felt. One day, when she was drunk, she confessed everything. But he told her that he was in love with her friend, who, she knew, wasn’t interested in him and was hitting it off with another man.

The next day, she told him she was drunk and that she didn’t know what she was saying. He said it was fine. However deep down in the corner of her heart, she knew how badly she’d already fallen. Now she just hoped she could heal again.

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