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my dear, when love has failed you; you will keep coming back to my words for i know you believe one day, you will find your prince.

Love is not necessarily everything it is cracked up to be. 
You know, when love came around, I demanded that I would find a cure. 
From my mind and its torturous demons, I would be free. 
Based on the fairy-tales I read, I expected to be pure.

No one expected love to cause grievous harm,  
nor did they expect love to leave. 
Little did they know, happy endings were extremely uncommon to some. 
Love pained like a cruel monster, who bared his sharp teeth.

I fell in love. Stranded among the constellations of his sparkling eyes and the warmth of his fingers fitting into the ridges of my knuckles, I believed he was unconditional. 
No one told me it was a necessity to keep a bit of chocolate by my side, just in case. 
The way his eyes lit up for me with adoration was magical, even inspirational. 
It was the subject of my dreams, his exquisitely sculpted face.

As with most first loves, the dreams turned into horrific nightmares. 
I was sweating, screaming, crying, trying my damned best to exorcise the demons of my heart. 
How do I light a path, one that was hidden by the highways of our emotional synchronization, when I was searching so hard amongst the thoroughfares? 
I shoved him away and like I had been taught by the ladies I grew up with, I raised my guard.

The next time I saw, rather, felt love, it was not obvious. 
He hit me like a train driving off into the sunlit sky; the opposite of what he used to be. 
He tucked me in and held like a fragile gem, yet I felt I had to obviate him for he was noxious. 
He made me question what it was to sacrifice yourself for another, he made me realize the power I held to allow myself to heal.

Love was different. He was unrecognizable yet I knew it was him. 
And that is what I will tell my daughter when she tells me about her infatuation on the boy next door, or the boy who smirked at her in school. 
I will tell her, and I will stress on how important this is, that love? 
Love was nothing like the films.  
Love played around with your one beating organ and made you feel like an absolute fool.

Yes, love will be cruel. Love will leave you and break your shell. 
But I know you, darling, and I know that you will build up that tough crust again because you are my daughter. 
You take as long as you want to heal, but when love gives you absolute hell,  
you say goodbye gently as you try to soothe your soul with what you feel is a healthy dose of heartbreak water.

Love will find you again.  
And I promise you baby, he will have a different face, a smoother voice, 
a magnificent personality that commands attention. 
And he will make your heart rejoice.