TRAGIC

Anna's life was a tragedy.

She loved too much but there wasn't a problem with that was how love was supposed to be like.

You needed to live with someone with your whole being. Their whole existence was supposed to make you feel overwhelmed.

She loved it so deeply that it felt like it was a fire and it was burning her up. She loved how she loved and also hated it because there was no way someone could ever love her the way she loved them.

It was like she was addicted to the plan. She did not care about the bruises she wanted to be lived even for a day. In that one day, she felt so alive like she had finally got what she always wanted.

That one day, she felt like she was alive. She often wondered what it took for people to be so in love with each other that they were obsessed with both their existence.

She loved it so much she did not even know how to explain it. She did not think saying I love you was enough. I couldn't express how she filled.

A fire burned in her when she was in love. Suddenly, her life would be amazing Ince again because she had someone to obsess over apart from herself.

On those days that she did not feel loved it was like she was a child again. She hated being a child again.

It was all over again she was seven years old stick in a bathroom crying. Crying and wondering if her mother was coming for her.

She had wanted to see her mother and cry in her arms but she never came so she just cried every day until she reached a day when she couldn't keep crying.

It was but going to change anything. She was still lonely.

That was how it was with Vincenzo. She cried so much that it reached a point where it did not hurt anymore. Nothing was going to make him change.

Nothing was going to make him love her the way she loved him. So when he lived her she held him close because she knew it was going to take a while for him to be like that with her.

She did but want to be loved by anyone else. She just wanted him. He needed to love her the way she deserved.

You couldn't teach someone how to love you though. They needed to give you the way they thought was best and he didn't love her best .He didn't even love her she knew that but was finding it very hard to agree to it .

When he kissed her she felt a sickening feeling. She was happy but yet again hurt. It hurt that she was not the only person who was kissing those lips.

She couldn't cry though. She wanted to scream at him but it was not going to change anything.

She wanted him forever but she knew that he would never be hers forever. It had never mattered to her though, until it did.

He knew her not how she wanted him to know her but there were things that he would say and all of a sudden she was a little kid only this time he was there to hold her .

It was moments like those that she realized how broken she was big he couldn't fixed her .

For a moment she had thought that they were happy . She had told herself that one day he was going to turn into the man that she wanted .

That never happened with men did it now ?

He knew she was okay with being treated the way he treated her and was not going anywhere . He couldn't change for a woman who did not even know herself .

Yet she had changed herself for him. She had done whatever she could do so that she was lovable to him.

Maybe she needed to be less of who she was in order for him to love her the way she wanted to be loved .She was cruel to herself .

She was cruel to her fragile heart by making it break every other time . She did not love herself ,she just loved a man .

A man had showed her that he wanted her for a second and she had let it get to her head. She had completely forgotten what she had wanted and thought what he was offering her was enough .

It wasn't though ,he hated her to say the least .

Someone who loved you would not make you cry as much as she had cried . Someone who loved you would not be with multiple women and come back home to you .

Someone who loved you would listen when you complained about something and change his behaviour.He didn't care about her though .

It was always about him . It was always about what he wanted . He wanted complete control when he couldn't give her a thing .

He did not respect her and her feelings since he kept hurting her over of over again.

Now that's he thought about it ,if had never been comfortable. It had never felt like home ever she had been stupid to think that it was .

She needed to stop treating herself like she was her biggest hater . She had tried with him a lot but all had been in vain .

She needed to treat herself with love and compassion. No matter how much she tried to hate him she couldn't . She had loved him so much but he inturn had done nothing but destroy her .

She Gould t give him her heart again ,she had before and he had broken it to pieces . She had waited too long for him to treat her nice but he had just taken it as a joke .

So she was going to leave this time . She was going to leave for the sake of her heart and happiness . She needed to be happy .

She needed to be gentle with herself . She deserved it . She did not deserve to live a life that was full of tears and regrets .

She was young and had all the time in the world to find whatever it was that made her happy .

He played games with her heart like it was a ball . She was tired of the kicks . She was okay with never getting his love .

She would cry no matter how many times it took her to get over him but she needed to . He had thought her how to live without him it wasn't going to be any different this time round .