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Here is the story as it was sent by the friend, a girl, N.A.A.

I thought about sharing an experience of mine that had and still has a huge impact on my Life… BOOKS! Seriously, could something be any more magical than getting lost in books?! Getting lost in a bookstore even if you won’t buy anything, just simply wandering in the library exploring books and admiring the way they stand on the bookshelf. Books have wonders within their pages, whole Universes to explore, endless knowledge. You could discover things and potential in yourself that you never knew it existed, ways of thinking and analyzing you never noticed you possessed.I started reading when I was 12 years old, I read classics; Shakespeare and Charles Dickens. I read all of the 7 books of Harry Potter; my childhood love, and many others. Then came a stage in my Life where I stopped reading, I started getting preoccupied with Life, college and people. I starting getting lost in humans instead of books. Honestly, that was the worst mistake I ever made. People change, they could let you down, they could hurt you but books would never do that. Books will always be there for you at the end of the day and that was the lesson I’ve learnt. I never let go of reading or books since then, because falling in love with books and getting lost in their pages and characters is far more valuable and worthy.

I think almost everyone has been through this beautiful tragedy called love. Mine goes like this: I fell in love once in my Life, it was like a fairy tale at first and everything seemed perfect. I made a promise that I’d never leave no matter what and that we’d go through thick and thin together and everything will be fine. First year passed well, then things started changing gradually to the worst. I have this concept of giving and never waiting for anything in return. Give love and love will be given back because I never imagined that love could be met with anything less than loving back, right? I mean how could you be so good to someone and they give you heartache and lies in return?! That’s what happened anyway. We had our ups and downs, but some downs weren’t that easy to recover from. People always say that when something is broken, it never goes back to the way it was especially if it was something as sacred as trust. However, my trust in him was redeemed even after being broken once, full trust; starting over. Another year passed and things kept getting worse, love was lost in between fights and misunderstandings, lies and mistrust. I said I was leaving numerous times through the three years we shared yet I was never brave enough to take the step because there was always something worth staying for. This time I didn’t find anything worth staying for, I didn’t find the person I fell for, I didn’t find the love I gave, I was left with nothing but emptiness and unfathomable pain. Though I once made a promise to never leave, this time it was either I leave or die.I left… I left so I would save whatever feelings and passion remained in me.

My story is not a specific situation, it’s something I learnt the hard way as I grew up. We all used to spend hours arguing with our Mums whether something is the right thing to do or not or whether someone is a good friend or they’re just fakes who are too good at acting. I used to be sociable and very good at making new friends, and I was like “I have lots of friends… yay”. Of course I didn’t like the idea of just having lots of friends as much as I loved the idea of knowing people, giving and interacting. I just didn’t realize that I was doing it the wrong way. Trusting blindly and hastiness are two chaotic traits. My mum once saw a friend of mine, she told me later “Be careful, I don’t like that girl” and I was like “Mama she’s a good girl, we’ve been friends for a couple of years now. I know her well, she won’t hurt me”. I think you could guess what happened after. Sometime later that same girl I was defending was the reason I lost another dear friend of mine whom I wouldn’t also call a ‘dear friend’ because true friends don’t simply believe what others say about you without at least confronting you, do they?! .. Surprisingly both of them my Mum warned me about them. That was just one of many other similar situations where my Mum was right as usual. Since then I always trusted that Mama knows best, she always does.

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