Goldenheart001

Absolutely, the depth of human emotion is a profound aspect of our existence. There's a unique beauty in being able to empathize with others, to truly step into their shoes and feel their loneliness and pain. It's as if our hearts expand to encompass the world's sorrows, connecting us on a profound level.

Discovering a kindred spirit, a person with whom you can share your vulnerabilities and lean on in times of need, is a treasure beyond measure. It's in those moments of shared vulnerability that we realize the strength that lies in human connection, in being there for one another.

And you're absolutely right, the lessons we learn from others' experiences are invaluable. Through their stories, we gain insights into different facets of life, expanding our understanding of the human experience. It's a reminder that our lives are interconnected, and our capacity to feel for others brings us closer together.

There's a poignant beauty in feeling for others, in extending compassion and kindness. It's in those moments that we truly experience the essence of being human, and we're reminded of the immense power that comes from connecting with one another's joys and struggles. It's a reminder that empathy and understanding are the threads that weave the tapestry of our shared humanity.

FEEL MY PAIN

"I always enjoy walking in the rain, as it conceals my tears." ~ Charlie Chaplin


My heart beats erratically, an enigma even to me. I'm haunted by fear, a fear of embracing happiness, a fear that smiles will prove fleeting. Unseen, tears carve their path down my cheeks.


Trust is a stranger to me, and so I find solace in rain-soaked solitude, where my tears can be hidden from prying eyes.


The memory of the man I squandered my life on is etched in my mind. I spent decades living in someone else's reverie, giving love with no prospect of reciprocation. Oblivious to well-meaning advice, I was love's unwitting victim, blinded by its deceitful allure. Love, it seems, can be as contagious as a pandemic; it requires numerous attempts to find a cure. Love is in the air, yes, but perhaps I should have worn a facemask.


John was the thief who shattered my heart into irreparable fragments. "Old times" may never return, and perhaps that's for the best. What does return are new mornings, one for each day of the year, and they hold promise. Yet, I feel compelled to speak of the man who manipulated and used me. Tears flow freely whenever I broach the subject of him.


John, seemingly charming, entered my life through the digital realm. Our connection blossomed into love, and we ventured into engagement. My parents disapproved, but love blinded me to their concerns. Trusting him implicitly, I surrendered my salary and treated him as if he were a deity. Submissiveness became my way of life, until the day I unearthed his web of lies. A revelation that plunged me into darkness—the day I discovered he was married. He'd concealed every trace of his personal life, ensnaring me in his deceitful trap, exploiting my feelings.


The pain of his actions was a weight I couldn't bear to see him carry. Forgiveness, I realized, is a gift I must give myself. Love and forgiveness are intertwined, one incomplete without the other.


Through this novel, I attempt to piece together the histories of various individuals, aiming to share them with you. Your support matters greatly; by voting, liking, rating, and commenting, or simply adding this to your library, you bring joy to my creation.


chapter 6 Tell him i still love him