I was walking down the street like it was my own ramp, every click of my heels echoing in my ears. Then suddenly, someone called out to me. I turned my head and there he was. A handsome guy with an angelic face, the kind of gaze that smiled before his lips even did.
But my smile faltered the moment I recognized him. My eyes drifted to his arms, where his son slept peacefully against his chest. I turned away and continued walking, much like I did years ago, when he stood before me with sincere intentions, and I chose not to let him in
That’s when it hit me. I’ve been searching for love for so long... craving someone who would choose me, even when I felt undeserving. I’ve dreamed of a love story that lasts a lifetime. And maybe… maybe it was offered to me once. Maybe it was him. But I was too young then, too full of dreams. I wanted to help my family, to experience life, to chase everything I thought I needed.
And I did.
But somewhere along the way, I ended up alone.
Maybe if I had chosen him, if I said yes when he courted me, I would have had that happy family I always imagined. Maybe my life would be different. Maybe… so many maybes.
But as the wind brushed against my face, I realized something: if that story was truly meant for me, I wouldn’t be standing here now - alone, yes… but also wiser, stronger, and still becoming the woman I’m meant to be.
And perhaps one day, I’ll understand why certain roads had to lead me here first… so that when the right person finally arrives, I’ll be ready to hold on and never let go.
