I was always told that I am a strong woman. So much so that it got embedded in my soul. I have always been proud of this fact. The fact that I have been raised in a way which enables me to stand for myself. I have faced the worst storms all by myself. And then I met you. I wanted you. I valued you. Never realizing that one day you will become another storm in my life. The storm that is trying to destroy me into pieces. I know I will pick myself up again but am unsure if, this time, the pieces will fit in the same place.
