Once upon a time, I met Prince Charming. I met you. It was too good to be true, how you came in your light and shining armour to sweep me off my feet after years of getting my heart broken over and over again. It was like a fairytale. And I was happy.
Happy to hear about your achievements dedicated to me.
Happy to see you growing into the man God wanted you to be.
Happy to feel your arms around me to comfort and protect.
Happy to be your one and only princess.
Without knowing you would be one of those men who shattered me into tiny pieces of glass shards, too. Do you also make her feel this happy the whole time I said I trusted you?
Next thing I knew, I found myself silently crying in my bedroom under the moonlight of cold and dark skies. I was smiling on the outside and dying on the inside, each and every day. I felt the bitter pain sinking its teeth deep within the wounds you slashed in my heart.
Each promise, each memory, each “I love you” said and made kept haunting me. Yet through all this, God was there.
Then slowly, I let go. I forgave. I healed. I learned. I grew. I understood. I am happier now because He gave me the clarity and honesty I longed from you.
God taught me to see the blessing in the breaking. God showed me that trauma can be turned into testimonies. God loved me even if I lost you.
You may not have been my happy ending, but God helped me find the courage to be happy even if our story had to end. So wherever you are right now, know that I’m living happily ever after because of God’s amazing grace.
