Hello reader.

My name is ____ ___ _____ and I am an Aphrodite for lost souls and broken hearts.

This is quite a bitter sweet power to be granted, and it’s not easy to obtain. Those who have been hurt by someone they supposedly love, or have a soul worth finding, are instantly attracted to me for the simple reason being I make them feel good again. There is a void in their hearts and once they come to encounter me, that void is instantly filled with warmth and an undeniable love. It makes the victims fall madly in love with me because of the fact that I can fill that emptiness in their hearts that they thrive to fill. Although I am not in love, nor like, with the victims, they believe I am and will do absolutely anything I so please just as long as being with me fills that void in their hearts.

I am incapable of loving any of my victims for I am a broken heart myself. It may appear to everyone that I have a good head on my shoulders and that I have my life put together. I have two jobs, one in which I am a manager in, I have a working car, and I live on my own in a house with two roommates. I smile, laugh and have a good time. Sad to say that is all a façade. My life isn’t as put together as I make it seem. Every day it hurts and every night I am alone I cry in pain. The soul of another holds my heart in her possessions while she lives on loving somebody else. It is a burden I have to live with for the time being, and it’s an extremely painful one at that. I can feel it hurts her too. Our souls are connected. When she hurts, I can feel it and when I hurt I know she can feel it too.

This girl, ____, broke my heart into a million pieces at one time and kept the pieces that I left behind. It was the worst feeling in the entire world and I never want anyone to experience the kind of pain ____ put me through, but I would zeal for them to feel the compassion and love that _____ gave me when we were together, because that was the most amazing feeling in the world.

It was the only time I have felt happy and complete.

So here’s to all those lost souls and broken hearts that yearn for my fill. I am ready for your pain and sorrow. I am ready to allow you to fall into a depressing love with me so as long as it makes you feel the way I felt when I was with her. I promise you, lost souls and broken hearts, that I will not put you through the pain and torture that I experience every single day. 

#trynafunction!

This is a sad, true story of a love that was found, and a love that was abruptly stolen right from under her nose. 09-16-2011

Olivia, a well-rounded, middle aged Hispanic woman, met the handsome and wealthy Henry one day while out dancing in a local Latin club in downtown LA. Henry laid eyes on Olivia and instantly fell in love with her. Her beauty radiated through her smooth dancing, and her smile just about blinded Henry. He just couldn’t take his eyes off of her,

“Can I dance with you, lady?” He asked Olivia.

Of course she said yes. The way he presented himself and smiled at her so handsomly made it so she couldn’t refuse him. Henry took Olivias hand in his own and pulled her gently close to his fit body. From that moment on they never left each others side.

Years and years passed as the two lived happily. Olivias children and family fell in love with Henry. Ana, Olivias youngest daughter, even called him Dad and held a special place in her heart for him. Everything was perfect. Olivia couldn’t be more happy with her life. She had a house, a job as a stay at home mom and house wife, happy children, and a handsome man that loved and cherished her more than he did himself. Henry took care of them all. He worked long hard days so he could get his family what they needed and what they all wanted. Everything was perfect.

One tragic, unforeseen moment twelve years later poisoned Olivias life, and the very lives of her family, forever.

Henry became sick while at work and was taken to the hospital. The hospital called Olivia and she was instantly at his side. She looked at her handsome love and saw his weak body deteriorate right before her eyes.

Olivia stayed with him, holding onto his once rough hands tightly throughout the night. Nurses came in and out of the room taking down some of his vitals. Each time they came in their faces grew more and more grave. Henry was getting worse as each second passed by. Yet Olivia still prayed to the God she believed in to give Henry all her strength to survive; even if it meant killing herself for him to get it.

The third night came around and Olivia was still with Henry. She didn’t show up for work, she didn’t call her family and she never once went home. Olivias heart ached more and more as each sun set. Olivia didn’t eat nor did she drink. She rarely left to even go to the restroom. Nothing could pull her away from her slowly breaking heart dying right before her eyes, “Take care of yourself, my dear. You will never realize how much I truly love you.” Henry whispered hoarsely. He smiled when tears fell down Olivias cheek, “Ah, you are so beautiful when you cry. If only the circumstances were in our favor for your tears, but behold, they are not.” “Oh Henry. I love you.” Olivia forged a sad smile as more tears came out, “And I will always love you, Olivia, in this life and the next.”

Henry was only getting worse. On the fifth night Olivia nodded off into a deep sleep. She was slowly awaken by a constant beep and the shuffling of many feet around her. Her eyes fluttered open when she realized what the commotion was about,

“Henry” his name escaped through her frowned lips as a whisper.

The nurses crowded Henry and shouted words to each other that Olivia couldn’t fully understand. The doctor came in and took Henry’s pulse while the nurses continued their work. He whispered, “Time of death…”

“No!!!” Olivia screamed.

Everyone in the room froze in fear and stared at the frightened woman whose heart just died with Henry,

“No, my Henry!” She screamed as tears streamed down her grief stricken face.

She rushed to his dead body, but the nurses grabbed her and held her back. She fought and screamed for them to let her go. She jabbed them both in the gut and they dropped her to the floor. The other nurses started for Olivia, but the doctors words stopped them,

“Leave her be. We don’t understand the pain she’s in.”

The nurses slowly left the room as the doctor took a seat in the corner,

“Why did you have to leave me, Henry?” Olivia cried.

Words were hard to come by through her fierce tears and sobs. She held onto Henry’s hand and cried. Her cries turned physically painful. Olivia couldn’t breathe. She leaned over Henry’s chillingly dead body and cried even louder,

“Why Henry, why?” She kissed his hand tenderly, “I loved you so much and I know you loved me. I’m never going to find anyone that loved me so.”

Layers upon layers of tears covered her face and dripped down onto Henry’s limp hand. The doctor came up behind Olivia after calling a nurse in,

“It’s time to let him go, ma’am.”

Olivia turned around and shouted, “No! You’re not going to take me away from him. I want to stay here with him.” Her crying increased, “let me die with him, please.” She whispered into her desde husbands chest.

The doctor looked at the nurse and shook his head. The nurse pulled out a syringe and walked up to Olivia. The nurse took Olivias arm and injected her with a heavy sedative, “Oh Henry. I loved you so much. I’m never going to find someone who loved me as much as you did. Why did you have to leave? I loved you so much…” Olivia started to fall asleep with every word that left her lips. “Let me go with him..” she whispered before falling asleep, “just let me go…”

Four years later:

Olivia lost her entire way of living after her Henry died. Her home, her car, her family. Everything she once had disappeared when Henry died. She lives with her youngest daughter now. She sits and watches television all day long drinking beer after beer. Her body is old and worn. Her eyes are always sad now. Her lips never turn up into a smile. When she speaks she slurs her words. This woman we see now has no resemblance to the happy, beautiful woman described above, “That woman is dead now.” Olivia whispers angrily, “she is gone forever.”

Olivia turned into an unreconizable drunk after Henry died, “I do it to remember him. To remember and see my beloved Henry.”

Since his death she refuses to sleep in a bedroom, “Henry told me he would protect me through the night. Who’s going to protect me now? Why would I want to sleep in a place where he isn’t there next to me protecting me at night?”

Olivias daughter comes home and hears her crying to the stars every night, “Henry. I loved you so much. Why did you have to leave me? I loved you so, so much. I miss you, Henry. I don’t know how I’m supposed to live without you.”

Olivia now lives in a world where love dwells in nothing but pain and sorrow,

“Oh Henry. I will always love you, in this life and the next.”

the saddest part is that its true. As much as I loathe the person who it revels around, I can’t help but to cherish the love her mom feels for Henry. Their story is truly of a remarkably painful love that can define a generation. So sad.