Love In All Its Glamour. The Pre-phase

Behind those eyes, I see shadows hovering around like the devil preying on a victim.

Behind those tears, a wilted flower separated from its glorious beauty.

Behind those scars, a "less-than" what should have been.

There was this girl I used to know whom loved life. The smallest details in life brought her joy and laughter that no one could rob her of. She loved how she could create something out of nothing. While people bought birthday cards and fancy presents, she lived by making her own cards and gifts to add that personal touch to it. She would spray cans of paint in her humble little room at home, paint meaningless pieces and cut up coloured paper and magazines to please herself. 

Clothes she adored at stores in which she could not wear, she would make do by hemming the longer edges of a dress or folding the sleeves up to make them look like they fit. In her eyes, a rose was not a rose because of its mere beauty and scent, it was the fact that it was a life lived for beauty and a deeper meaning after death. She took on big dreams, hoping that the future did not hold the typical aspirations that it did for everyone else. 

She not only spent time with friends but made time for them, skipping classes to see the people that mattered. Time constraints were nothing too big a deal for her, she planned her days well, never allowing other people to do so for her. She wore make-up when she felt like it and dressed up in whatever made her feel comfortable. It did not bother her how people looked at her or what they would say about the way she dressed. She promised herself that one day she would give herself the chance to see the world and take in all its beauty. 

This girl, she thought nothing of herself as an individual but walked through life with friends, family and the hope of finding true love. She was but a simple girl, trying to find herself in the ruins of a complicated world. Naive, shy, but determined, she set foot to do what she thought would be best for her. 

The final days of university life had come to an end, she was headstrong on taking a role in society's workforce. Slowly, as time passed by and routine kicked in, she forgot how it was like to be herself. She forgot what it felt like to know the people she knew, the way she used to know them. It was a struggle but she fought hard to remember who she thought she was. 

That was when she met him. This guy, a simple fun-loving guy whom gave her the jitters every time they exchanged looks. He was tall, thin and had these small eyes that would turn into two lines stretched across his face every time he laughed. She could tell that he was different the first time she saw him but for good reasons or bad, she could not tell. Later does she find out that he was her most prized possession but also her worst downfall. Love and the power it fixates on people can be a very dangerous thing.

TBC.