She is Still Waiting

 "The world needs is more of her, a pure soul who believes in hope, laughter and love."

To others on the outside, she was a complicated mess. But in her heart, she was just a simple soul. All she ever wanted was for someone to understand her. That's it. She did not expect too much from people. She did not have a list of demands. She looked for purity in people, a true heart that can feel her heart. She got filled with joy when she found someone promising. Her heart would swell up in hope. She would get too happy too soon. She would build her sweet little dream with that person, that I have finally found someone I can talk to. But somehow, always, her dream soon got shattered into pieces. And that person left her with regret and tears. She would mourn that loss for sometime. She would stay bitter and angry. She would vow to never let anyone get close to her. She would try to become rude and cold. But slowly, her fake hard exterior would melt away, and she would again become that vulnerable sweet soul that was ever ready to help people. And when another person came along with those warm vibes, she would reluctantly trust that human too. She would fight her past scars. She would try to bury the bad experiences and give life another chance. She would again become too pure and too caring for that person. But sadly, life would again prove to her that this is no place for pure, tender little souls. And every time her heart broke, she would lose a little part of herself in that loss. So what you see now is not her at her purest best. She is too scared. She is too scarred. And she is just too tired of people ruining her peace with their lies and petty games. So she hides behind that cold wall of attitude. She does not mind being called arrogant She at least has some peace in her heart, though alone. 

But you know what? Somewhere deep in her heart, she is still hoping to find someone who will have her heart, someone who will not tell lies, someone who will understand her mess, someone who will not walk away with excuses, and someone with whom she can talk for hours and hours. Because sometimes, it gets just too heavy inside. Sometimes, it gets too much for her.