The street was deserted. Trash was lying about in pieces. The streetlights shone weakly into the slender girl’s hopeless eyes. The howling wind would coldly kiss her face once in a while. There she was, headed to nowhere. Sometimes, she would stumble upon a homeless, but even herself doubted if she really cared.
Facing her was the park she often came when she was little. She could see a vibrant playground where kids would play hide-and-seek under the shade of the oak trees. Now, it was just a godforsaken land where trees had no leaf and squirrels had no shelter. Several stone benches were sitting above inches of dirt, and they looked no way near welcoming. She searched for the sun, which was still hiding under layers and layers of clouds, wondering if she could ever peacefully hide herself just like that.
This was not her first breakup. She dated before; she broke up before. Thousands of times. But this time, she felt weak. She felt all alone in a relationship that was supposed to lead to the altar. There was always something missing; something that made her scared. She was afraid she would never find love, would never rejoin with her destined soulmate.
For her, love is simple. Love is not about rich or poor. Love is not about thick and thin. Love is when you look into each other’s eyes and know that you belong.
The cascade of thoughts provoked a scene from her favorite story “The Notebook.” Noah met Allie in a windy nondescript afternoon. As their hazy eyes locked, Noah knew right in that instant Allie was the girl of his life. Despite all obstacles and distance and time, they always found their way back to each other.
She held her breaths when Noah asked Allie to stay with him, just one more day before she went back to her fiancé. She cried her heart out when the 80-year-old Noah managed to read their love story to the amnesias Allie every single day. Allie would remember Noah at times. They would kiss and have a cozy dinner by the dim candle light and talk about their children before Allie forgot everything and told Noah away.
She used to think about how frustrated it must be to see a fairy love story faded with time and illness. She used to brag about how much Noah must have loved Allie to keep up his strength and patience. But at least, at the end of the day, they would still be together, even until they died.
Noah and Allie’s love was what she wanted, what she always desired. Why it had to be so hard to find, she had no idea. Feeling downright with the world, she burst into tears. She yelled at nowhere; she screamed at no one. She punched the ice-cold bench until her hands ached. She trampled the ground until her feet were numb. Then she just sat there, let the tears sink her in.
“You’ll be fine.”
When she finally opened her eyes again, a hand was held right before her. She looked up. And just like that, she found home…