A/N: Hey guys! I'm back with another drabble that is purposefully late. I wanted to buffer the updates a little but more. But next week we'll be back on track! Here ya go:
She is walking on the fine line separating them from something more or nothing at all, from giving her whole heart and the heartbreak that would follow. She is lost in the gray between the light and dark, from happiness and pain from being rejected one more time.
She is tired of the hurt, of feeling not good enough, of putting her heart on the line only to get it run over again and again. She is in a haze of tears blurring her vision from the faces that had left her.
It always came down to context. Context of the situation, timing, can make or break a situation. She knows it all too well. She's learned the hard way. And she hopes each time it'll be different.
But his warm smile is directed to someone else, and his kisses are not on her lips. And it hurts to know that she had been that close, that she had given so much, and it had led to pain.
It seems silly to say, it seems obvious at first, but it's really worth noting that there are two people that make this up.
Two whole complex individual l beings, with hopes and fears and insecurities and goals.
So as she cries through the day, wrapped up in a blanket, feeling the heartbreak, the pain, knowing she is not okay, thinking it's unfair. She's stuck in her own mind, doubts and uncertainty about everything, herself, take over.
But she's not any less because he doesn't like her. She's not unlovable just because he didn't or the one before him. Her existence, her validation as an individual is not dependent on those who were unable to see her value.
A rose doesn't cease to bloom when no one looks, nor is it any less breathtaking just because someone walks past without a glance back. It exists on its own, vibrant and powerful, and maybe someone will stop for a moment to smell its sweet scent and be reminded of the beauty in this world.
Because it's not on her. She could be perfect, but he could be just broken enough at the time, or too consumed with his own fears, or too occupied to notice everything. Remember the other complex human being in the equation. Who could have his own fears and doubts and things to hold him back that are not related to her at all.
She might be walking the fine line, she might be hurting, she might fear falling once again. She might be tired and disheartened and upset. But it just makes her human, a beautiful human who laughs and cries and feels.
She might have fallen so many times she can't see her own light anymore, but it's there, it still exists.
And one day someone will make her see it and one day she'll understand that it was never gone at all.
A/N: So what did you think? I wanted to cover the idea of heartbreak and how easy it is to internalize it in a way that detriments your perception of yourself. I wanted to highlight that just because someone else hurt you, or didn't like you back, doesn't mean you are any less for it.
You're worth is not dependent on whether or not someone else sees it. You are valid because you exist.
Please review, I'd love to hear your thoughts on this! And as always, thanks for reading!
See ya! :)