Chapter 4: My blog

Intellia

Since I was 14 years old, I watched romantic movies and always wanted to be in love; to feel this happiness about feeling loved and having somebody to care about you and help you whenever you're in pain.

I helped people in my blog deal with love and I had different issues:

One girl loved a boy so much because he was well known in her high school and every girl wishes to have him. While he didn't love her back, he chose her in high school because, she was the hottest one and he cheated on her each time he went to parties while she wasn't there but the worst part was that after a while, she went to a party with him and that happened in front of her!

Like she wasn't a human, just merchandise with no feelings, you get to show her off and have envious people because of what a jewel you had while you were messing around with others......

Of course, from my side I saw he wasn't human and he never loved any girl because he undervalues women, he sees them as a body, a shape, once he gets the pleasure out of it, it doesn't appeal him anymore and by saying

IT

l mean it, because he never treated her like a SHE , she was a toy, l am sure that he had something in his life that made him like that:

…

Maybe in his past, how his dad treated his mom, or maybe something I didn't know and wouldn't imagine.

Nobody is evil, everybody has a reason to be like him even if it was the stupidest and even if it was wacky, and everyone has a weakness, out of all the outer shell he builds to feel strong, there is always this little boy or little girl inside that is scared, fragile and innocent but nothing can bring that up but love.

Love makes you who you truly are, not who you pretend to be so, I guess every problem we face in our life is because of love, because of how wrong we understand it, or how we miss it from our life.

The problem is that sometimes we find love but we try to push it away, we try to escape from it or from the struggle we feel could happen by inserting ourselves in another relationship easier or as they feel safer because, we don't have the courage and endurance to face it and to deal with it, so we fool ourselves that we are in love with the safer option that we could marry this person and suffer all our life regretting leaving the perfect person for us; who could have made us happy just by talking to us, who could have made us live for one moment but one moment that was worth living.

I told this girl all that until she got how precious she is, and that this boy isn't the one to make her feel that and that she is worth loving herself.

Until one day, I received a message on my blog

"Hey, I don't want to say who I am for my image but I searched for help on the Internet and found your blog with good reviews.

So, I decided to write to you telling you my problem trying to figure out with you what to do. So let's get to the point; I dated a girl and I liked her so much and we went out a lot but I made a mistake I went out with another girl and she knew, so she became mad and wanted to break up with me, I told her that all what she heard was true but, I love her and I only want her so, we went out again and every time paparazzi took pictures of us on every date, and she became happier with all the talking they used to tell on us.

I don't know if she ever loves me back or she just loves the gossip column in newspapers and magazines.

Every time we had a date it wasn't easy as the one you have when you just like a person, I just don’t know what to do, what do I even feel about her? Is it love? Or trying to figure out a mystery?

However she broke up with me and I just don't know what that feeling I have since she just disappeared, every time I see her in any party or on any pages I feel like I want her. I never knew what I want maybe? Or even who I really am out of all this fame and fantasy life, out of all this allusion, this lie.

I don't know what I am even asking you for, but I just want to have somebody that doesn't know who I am. Please help. "

I froze, I didn't know what to write, how to help. I knew he was lost, lost in life, with no identity, no love, no hopes, nothing that makes him special and willing to give his true personality a try because of this blur he lives in.

I just wrote

" Want to try to find your true identity, or moreover want a friend to share your problem without knowing you or your appearance and about your relationship?

You won't know until you find your true inner, your aims, or a simple as it is your life. "

I didn't know what I was thinking but it was definitely a beginning of something I have never experienced.

But I was thrilled with it.