Charlotte

For as long as I can remember, I have dreamed of a life doing a job I love, and owning my own home, where I would live with my husband and we would build a family together.

I managed to make two of those things happen. I worked every day, doing something I loved. I owned my own house, and I made it a home.

Every day I held onto hope that I'd one day have the rest. And each day I didn't, was another day my dream slipped through my fingers.

Until one night, I bumped into a little bit of hope.

I finally thought I found the love my family had found, that my parents shared.

I finally thought I was worthy of love.

But I wasn't.

Not his anyway.

Love couldn't be forced. Not by you, and not by them.

Love is free-falling.

But I didn't free-fall. I fell and hit the ground so hard it shattered me.

Because it wasn't what I wanted.

However, my story isn't over.

It's just beginning.

Dettagli