The first cut

She was just staring through the window, into the rain. She, with her magnificent long dark hair covering her beautiful shoulders made of southern skin. Her small body seated on a wooden chair, covered by a blue blanket. She, with her beautiful dark eyes, the right one blurred by a single tear running down. This feeling had never caught her before. How could she have been so naive?

She had been happy ever since being a little girl. Always there to smile, laugh, listen, talk, walk, dance, help. Happy when alone, happy when around others. Happy around older people, young people, kids, babies. Happy interacting with dogs, birds, cats. Happy with life itself. She enjoyed walking the streets of her town, loved strolling through the fields with its long gras and beautiful trees. Oh, how did she enjoy the sun when shining on her sweet little face. And how nice was it to walk in the rain, to be covered among those drops of water from the sky. Everything was so nice, she never understood how people could not enjoy life to the fullest. She deeply loved her family, friends, nature and its animals, she disfruted eating and drinking. She was always so active in the daytime, resting in the vening while reading her books.

Oh, how perfect was it. Her life was like a beautiful cake, why would she want 'the topping' that some people were talking about? The topping being a nice man. A beautiful girl can not be alone forever, right? It's in a way fascinating how other people decide what would make her beautiful life perfect. If she was so happy now, imagine how happy she would be finding a nice man! Because the people with this "great" idea once were unhappy, found a man and thought they were now more happy. So well, imagine if only they would have been happy before finding their man, how sweet must it have been?

Once the girl turned 21 she started giving in to the idea people had been bothering her with ever since she was 17. And when she opened up to the idea, there he was. So much more beautiful than the trees, so much cuter than the little dogs. His voice produced a sweeter sound than the lovely birds singing by her door. He was stronger than the bears she had once seen on a travel with her parents. And he was nice, he was smart, she noticed her body shimmer when around him. She would even get silent when he talked, admire him when they walked. And how did her whole being shiver when he took her hand as they had to walk through a mass of people at the market. She finally understood what all those years her mother and aunts had been telling her. This was the ultimate happiness, this would last forever. Such beauty could not fade, such eyes could not lie, oh such mesmerizing blue eyes.

If only she had known me and how different I was from the start, how beautiful would her live be still? I met her when she had not even a little sratch on her heart. The first cut is the deepest, and how hard it is to be responsible for it...