Prompt: 37, Hypocrite, cookie jar, city, telephone

There is nothing I hate more than a hypocrite. I hate it when people say things and then do something to completely contradict everything they have ever told you. For instance everyone at some point in their life is told by a significant other; “I love you with all my heart.” Or “You are everything to me, my world.” My personal favorite, “I will never hurt you.” These are some of the most used lines used to declare love that are used between two people. These words that are used are promises and people don’t seem to realize the significant and power that these words hold.

            Promises are so easily broken and by the simplest of actions. Told that you were to be loved forever, told that you would be the only one in their eyes. Then sometime down the line be it days, weeks or years down the road. You find their hand in the forbidden cookie jar of lust. Everyone handles the pain differently some seek comfort in others and some make drastic choices. Such as moving out of the city they are currently living in or even the whole state entirely. Changing everything from looks to your telephone number, just to try and escape the pain and torment inflicted.

            I recently came out of my dark days and I am finding my silver lining, people said it would pass and all I would have to do is give it time. They are right, and I know what you are thinking. It’s cliché, this pain will never go away. I thought the same things and more, the thoughts I had nearly destroyed my moral values. I was lucky enough to be loved by and old friend who I had believed to be a horrible person earlier no thanks to the person who broke my heart and deceived me. Thanks to my “friend” my values and morals were restored. Other things are harder to restore though, but I feel them slowly returning.

            This was originally supposed to be a writing prompt story using selected words, but it turned more into well… this. I have been having a hard time writing lately and well I guess just writing about anything and everything helps, hopefully my love for writing will be restored soon. Until then I’m forcing myself to write anything and everything my feelings my thoughts and if I can my fears.