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Heartbreak. Heartbreak was something fairytales never taught. Not once did they teach you how to pick yourself off the floor or how to get out of bed to face another day when the whole world comes crashing down. Fairytales taught you about love and happy ever after. They never told me how to say goodbye to his face and his presents in my life. How to wake up in this apartment by myself, how to face the funeral alone without his constant hand of comfort in mine. How to move on without my heart or my soul. Edward had been my savior in life, my prince charming in grey slacks. I was twenty-two when we met. And twenty-three when he asked me to marry him. And twenty-seven when I got the phone call that caused the whole world to tilt on its axis. It was like the whole world couldn't stand anymore, I couldn't stand within it without him. I was alone without him; I was no one without him. It was at twenty-seven I learned to breathe without any air, to move without action and to watch the world without my eyes. Breathless I swerved, breathless I lost myself.
Chapter 1. Lifeless meanings without a heart
" You know Cinderella never gave up, never gave up hope for a better life my darling. She gave all she had into her life and never allowed anything to break her spirit, her hope." My mother always knew this story was my favorite, always reading it to me before bed. She gave me the ideas of what love and life meant through these moments. She taught me to be strong like Cinderella in the weakest times, and kind like Snow-white in the faces of cruelty. She gave me all my tools with her stories and her words.
" Kindness is the only way to face those who try to hurt us. Shower them in kindness my mother always used to say." Lessons she would call them, lessons of the heart. She used to tell me about her childhood and her mother teaching her the same way, with all of her heart and love. My mother was the spitting image of what I would want to be one day. She was not only lovely in appearance with her dark ocean blue eyes that always seemed to see right through my grey ones but also lovely of the heart. My father called her his lifeline or his heart line; she could tap into his heart unlike anyone else. I remember the day I started to ask questions about when I would look as pretty as she. My mother would always tell me that I am the most beautiful creature and that I should never wish to be someone else. I never understood what she meant; I was always two steps behind her beauty. She was this swirl of light with her wispy blonde cream-colored hair and her rosy cheeks. While I was a dark sea of brown curls and dotted freckles on my face. I was always the grey to her sunset clouds. She was the light in not only my life but also those around me and around her. She would treat every soul as her own child or her own to grow and flourish with. She was the true queen in any shape or form.
" Now darling remember, life will throw you through the darkness without any indication of how to come out. But in the eyes of the heart there is always a way back if you believe. When no one believed in Tinkerbelle or the fairies, she lost her way to only be saved by Peter and he strength. There is a lesson there for anyone looking for a way back to the light. Strength comes from not only yourself but the ones around you, when you cant find a way back, always rely on those around you to believe for you." She told me the day I had lost my first tennis match in middle school. I had fallen on the court in front of everyone losing the game for state. I felt like such a failure and felt the brunt of the guilt for my teammates. But she reminded me of something fairytales have taught me once again. It taught me that she would always believe in me, she would be the peter to my fairy light. My mother would be my rock.
"Please promise me, promise me you will always cherish your heart. Not only for me but also for yourself and for the world around you. You may not see it yet but behind those grey eyes is an ocean of fresh dreams and love, one, which the people will be dying to see one day. You my dear will change the world, but only if you believe." She told me the day before she passed, while lying in her bedroom. She told me of the future I would have and the love I could give, she also told me of her life. Those where the last memories I had of the sunset and the light she had always given. Those where the last things I could give to my shattered heart. The last things she gave to me. My fairytales.
Saying goodbye to my mother was the hardest thing to do at thirteen years old. I had to fight to keep her memories fresh, her teachings alive. I kept reading her fairytales, I believed maybe not for myself but for her and my dad. Those few months after she passed he seemed to slip more and more away from the man I knew. He grew into not just a dad but a mother and best friend for me. With her passing she left a gift for us one, which would change my life. With her passing I found my rock, my calming rainstorm. My father was never really a prince but more of the narrator in the stories she told, always looking over everything and waiting with such patience. He was the man who told the endings with such pride in the characters figuring out the truth or the right of way. He would push me the right way I would always tell myself as I grew to mourn my sunset. I would be swayed by his words and his gentle breeze and watered to flourish by his calming rainstorm that was my father. Charlie.
