Women

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I must admit I melt when I watch or read a love story. It touches a part of you that is really sensitive and suddenly you get goose bumps, you well up, and if you don’t control yourself, you’ll be reaching for the tissues and will show everyone around you how emotional you are. It’s probably a huge sign of weakness that we have to put up with, but then again, the only intelligent explanation I can think of is that we were made this way.

Not everyone goes through a love story in his or her lifetime. It’s a rare thing. Nowadays, it’s probably considered something you only see in the movies. People settle for any kind of relationship as long as they’re not alone, and love is distant—a fantasy word they may sometimes use—with no real meaning, of course.

There are those who have gone through their own love stories but for one reason or another, they’ve lost it. Today, they live a post-love story life full of memories that can sometimes cut them like a knife.

There are those who are living a love story at this very moment. It’s a wonderful feeling, the skies are always blue and the sun is always out. You feel like the luckiest person in the whole world, which is fair after all—‘people wait a lifetime for a moment like this’—someone once sang.

The only difference is, romantic books and movies somehow always have a fairy tale ending. You never know what happens afterwards but you fantasise they lived happily ever after, which is what I do, but in reality, can one fantasise in the same way for their lives? Can we actually be certain that we’ll live happily ever after? We can, but we put more faith in the happy endings of fiction characters in books and movies than we do in our own lives.

There is always that small doubt, not to mention the constant insecurities we let ourselves have, you know, the little jealous tantrums… and the happily ever after belief is again shattered.
The only way to really experience love in one’s life is to have it first within. When a person waits to find love exteriorly, she’ll always have that doubt. After all, everyone makes mistakes; we’re all humans, things change, etc.

When I met God personally I was 15 years old, and I have never been alone since. Problems did come and still do come, but they’re never too big to spoil things for me. Sadness comes but doesn’t find room to stay. Worries come but don’t sink in. Disappointments come but quickly pass me by.

There’s a certainty within that everything will be fine, no matter what happens. It’s an assurance that one can’t experience from the outside – only available from within. You may think I’m a lucky person, but you’re wrong, I simply began living my own love story at 15.

In faith,

Cristiane Cardoso
www.cristianecardoso.com

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