Remember that when you close a door, you could always open a window, a little window of hope.
I recently had a conversation with someone, “someone” I used to hate. Surprisingly, it led me to believe that she was more than meets the eye. I overlooked the truth because some phony jerk made up stories, that I willingly and hastily believed. He was cunning and he had his own ways to captivate a girl’s heart. Sad to say, we both fell for that hook line and sinker, but that was once upon a time.
Listening to her side of the story made me realize that she was more than just a pretty face. She is a strong, independent, young lady who has a stubborn streak in her. She is intelligent and far from the adjectives he used to describe her. Reading her letters reminded me of my “younger self”. Driven, motivated, hot-tempered.
As I tried to picture myself in her place, it suddenly dawned on me that I would have done the same thing, probably worse. I was blinded by false hope. He wrapped me in his fingers with his well-concocted lies and deceit.
I’m just really grateful that things ended, because right now, I don’t want anything that has something to do with him. I may have closed the door on him but I opened a little window, not for him, but for her. A little window of hope for some genuine friendship because my gut tells me that she is an amazing girl, with streaks of creativity in her.
Needless to say, we have more things in common that I thought.