There were good days and bad days, nothing out of the ordinary. A girl who helps with the chores around the house. The same routines, the same dysfunctional and unexpected but yet predictable regular days. A day out and about, surprisingly not too ordinary. You met, oh boy, you met. Days started having a different shine. Suddenly, new and not so ordinary. A sentiment of love began to grow between you two. Fun and even laughter, too. She is feeling small yet so big in your arms. Something in you makes her feel she is right where she belongs. Some thought she was out of her head for wanting a fairy tale, but she ignores them anyway. Started going out more, falling bit by bit in love. Was it just her? Has it always been just her? While building your love story, she felt like you could fight dragons. Looking back, oh boy, those were some struggles. One year mark, and everything seemed right. Right? A change. Why the sudden change? No more flowers, no more letters reminding her prettiness through your eyes. She continues to love you, but do you? The instability stirs her insecurities; her head spins with questions. Wake up! Her love for you continues. You have changed; you are not the same warm, loving guy she fell in love with that cold day. You’ve made the two-year mark, nothing new to say, yet her love for you is still there. Do you want it? It’s fading; do something! Flowers, not your flowers. A new guy is part of the story now, but maybe is not too late. Her heart still belongs to you. You know it, she knows it, and now he knows it, too. She’s alone yet still in love with the idea of who you used to be when you were with her; she loves you! Something tells you to be that guy again, the one she loves, the one she needs, but you ignore it again. She doesn’t care because your arms made her feel that way. She has now changed her life to help you live and build yours. But wait, a bundle of joy; is it joy? Complete is the new name for her life. She is happy. Why can’t you? Wake up! The days, months, and years pass, and her life has a new ordinary. No friends. You have managed to make her push everyone away. Surprise! Wedding bells. More joy?  She seems to think so. Now there are four of you. More days, more weeks… more years?  Her light is fading, her love is fading. Did you ever love her? Or was it just the idea in her head of what she wanted to believe because of how your arms made her feel? She is here. Talk to her, she is waiting. The screen in your hand is your priority. Look up, she is waiting; her love is fading! Her love and attention are not being reciprocated. And now it seems like they’ve never been. Fourteen years down the drain? Now, three girls are waiting for the last straw to walk away. Suddenly, her love has not faded but shifted to those two beautiful little pieces of you and her. She has been working on herself for almost two years, hoping to have a better future. An yet, she is looking tired, tired of waiting for you.