Theresa was caught in a web and she didn’t mind, smiling and gazing out to nowhere as her feet swung back and forth grazing the river waters. As she basked in her own company that lonely bridge became her friend. Thoughts flooded her mind, her heart raced, she was excited.
On her journey home she would have a jolly pep in her step as she hummed her favourite songs, the chores she hated doing so much was now fun to do as her mind was off somewhere else. Dancing as she swept the floors her mind will wander even more, you would talk to her and she wouldn’t hear a word as she glides through the house her voice can be heard. Theresa would be invited to so many events but she’d always tell her friends “I’m so sorry but my plans must be kept”. They’d missed her so much as she no longer hung out with them, they would always ask “what has happened to my friend?”. But Theresa had been too caught up to care, as her happiness was too good to share, she was in love.
She felt as if it was the first time she had ever known happiness, she didn’t know any better. She dropped everything she’s ever had interest in and lost herself the more she fell for him. It was as if her life depended on it, depended on this, depended on him.
One day Theresa received a call and she didn’t enjoy any part of it at all. She was no longer the girl he once knew, adventurous, independent and filled with understanding, but lately all her actions came off so demanding. He tried to talk it out but she was off in her own world, in love with love forgetting a relationship has two roles. She was in love with the idea and left him far behind and as the words came out his mouth to end it, all she could do was cry. He tried to see her that day to prevent it from happening this way but she had gone to the place where her heart would start to race. She was at the river, wetting her feet. He didn’t even know about that place and he waited for hours just to see her face, no sign of Theresa the relationship pulse grew weaker.
After the break up she would always take long showers, crying out her eyes for hours and hours. As she got herself together her phone went off, she rushed for it thinking about the love she’d lost. As she slid the screen and held it to her ear, sun rays beamed onto her face and it was then and there…..that she woke up, it was morning. Theresa sat on her bed with shock plastered on her face, everything felt so real to her even the phone to her face. Theresa fell asleep with the phone in her hand while texting her friends and staying up late watching movies ‘on-demand’. She then thought about her dream and how she felt in that life, she then promised herself that she won’t make that same mistake twice. She would go on to find her ‘happy’ and carry on with her life and knowing better to not do so at the expense of other people’s feelings. As she prepared to start her day she looked in the mirror and told herself, “I want this feeling, this is what I want for myself but I want it to come from me and nobody else”.