There lays so much beauty within a broken road. Every crack and pothole came with years of traffic. All the repairs gave us, new roadways.
As I'm still learning to repair myself from all the heart break I have endured since I was fifteen years old, I kind of look at my life as a broken road. A road that has more than enough to potholes and cracks to write a book about.
Being fifteen and searching for love can only cause you misery. I thought I had found my forever, the man I would spend enternity with because of the intimacy I had felt for the "honeymoon" stage, but only to find out that I had only found the man who gave me the strength today to not condone in the disrespect, he lashed out to me in the past.
Once that intimacy turned into cruelty, I felt as if I needed him. I couldn't live without him. Thoughts of "Who would ever even want a battered 21 year old?" His words, all the blows from the hands that was once so gentle to me, created a darkness within myself I thought I would never be able to light up again.
Until, I met a person so unexpectedly. A person, who eased my soul. Who took the time to learn me. Someone who was my blessing in disguise. A person who just completed the puzzle. He made everything make so much sense. Every hit, he fixed with a kiss. Every harsh word, he made disappear with such beauty.
Today, I still fall in...