I know how you could not believe when he came and told you this isn’t working and you dramatically called it your first heartbreak. Then you admitted that this was not love – but more of your ego and more of your fantasies. You kept asking yourself how “after all we’ve had, we seemed so good for each other, what did I do wrong and is it the way I look or maybe I was pushy at times or maybe there’s another girl in his life” but once you stopped this, you realized that it had to stop. You realized that you might have been selfish at times, forcing things to happen.
Love can’t be forced, never was, never will, and no matter how good you look and no matter how many things two people might have in common this gives no necessity that love must work between them, you realized that what you thought you had was not much actually or at least not enough to make you loving birds, friends maybe but not lovers.
The love that started for all the wrong reasons and ended for all the right reasons was a beautiful lesson. It was a step towards your emotional maturity and a mistake from which you shall learn to know that if our time on this earth is so little, faking love shouldn’t take much of it.
As my mother says – it’s either something real, something that you feel from the bottom of your heart, that you feel from head to toe, conquering your skin and seen in your eyes, smile and gestures and making your breath taken away on the sight of the one you love still with the feeling of emptiness in your gut filled once he touches your hand, it’s either this safety after feeling so weak or nothing at all, nothing if this nothing would mean that you only settled.
Mariem Sherif is an Egyptian medical student who believes that words can heal a wound, that in each and every one of us there is something special and that in details lies another great different life for those who notice.