There she was again; sitting on the edge of her bed, wondering what went wrong. Again. She looked down at her naked thighs and was immediately reminded of how she wasn’t skinny. She got up and walked slowly to the mirror that rested against the wall. Her lime green panties matched the absurd color of her room while an oversized, black hooded sweatshirt engulfed the upper half of her frame, simultaneously contrasting with the brightness of the room, but somehow matching perfectly with the gloom that seemed to follow her everywhere.

“What happened this time?” She thought out loud, the regretted it, afraid that her brain would give a reply that she wasn’t ready to hear.

She really thought that he was different, one of a kind. But he had been just like all the rest: shallow and self-centered. Why do I deserve this? She thought to herself. She only wanted to love and be loved. Didn’t anyone understand that?

Love: the underlying desire, the drive, behind most human actions. It’s a human’s nature, their never-ending instinct, to go forth in the world and seek love. Usually in the wrong places, of course. Love is a very strong emotion that usually trumps the logical thought process. It towers over the other emotions, intimidating and manipulating.

She traveled across the room again, back to the soft edge of the bed. “What did I do wrong?” She began to feel a warm drop of liquid run from the corner of her eye down her cheek to the boundary of her pink lips. The salted liquid burned deep into her skin. She glanced in the mirror and saw that mascara ran through the track of the single tear drop.

Her lips began to quiver, but she refused to give in to her wished. She confined her feelings of rejection, torment and loss to just the small lamentation. She thought of him then. How he had looked at her with eyes filled with love and a touch that he had held her with that was kind and gentle. That had changed, though, within time. His eyes no longer sparkled with adoration that he had once held for her, his fondness that was once had left as if a gust of bone-chilling wind had blown it away. His love was no more.

Not quite sure where this one came from. It just came to me. It doesn't have any particular meaning to my life, but I think it can relate to a lot of people in a lot of different ways. I know I can relate to it. I'll probably retitle it when I can think of a better title....