The mirage of your heart

                 A letter to my lover  Part 3: 

                     The mirage of your heart

Authors note: Hello my dearest Story Time friends from around the world, how have you been? I am feeling inspired these days. In this Story Time edition, I continue the fictional story called A Letter to my lover. This is episode 3 and I call it " The Mirage of your love". I hope you enjoy this story, it will develop and become a fun series. Read the first two parts so you can better understand the storyline. Make sure that you subscribe to my Story Time blog when you see that U.F.O. pop up on your screen.👾👽That way you will be the first to get my free stories zapped straight into your inbox. 

            The Mirage of Your Heart

I opened his letter and read what he wrote. Tears streamed down my face. I could no longer control my emotions. My heart knew that he was right, but my mind also realized that his love was nothing but a mirage. An entertaining play, the words that dance from his tongue onto his pen are a work of fiction. A fantasy that he created, and that he kept feeding me. I haven't forgotten the moments he would hold onto me. How I would feel safe with his hugs, and how the kisses that he gave me on my forehead made me blush. He calls me smart, but in admiring my beauty he forgot that I am actually sharp. I remember the day he first brought her close to me. How foolish of him to forget, that even I have the heart of a woman.  She was silent, didn't say a word. She knew everything about him and me. But she didn't mind holding his hand behind closed doors. In her mind just sharing one moment with him was worth a lifetime. Even if it was in secrecy. But one look in her eyes and she already told me that she didn't want me to disappear with him. She wanted to have and hold on to him. I felt like a thief, the more I looked into her soul. The better I could understand her story. She was just an ordinary hard-working woman, and this man was taking advantage of all the things that she was willing to do for his love. That's when I knew it was time to pack my bags. I didn't love him that much anyway, I just liked the attention and warmth he gave me. For a couple of moments, I felt a spark, but then I realized it was the mirage that he built. Something that he does with a lot of women in his life. My tears weren't because I was heartbroken. It was because I didn't listen to my mind. I knew it was too good to be true. All the times he wasted my time and made me wait only not to show up. She was playing the game and giving me the signals. Now I let out a laugh, as you might think that I am crazy. But if you knew my story, you know that I don't care. I laughed because I never wanted to keep him in the first place. That was something he knew from the beginning. I am just disappointed that when I was so honest with him, he couldn't do the same and tell me the truth. Why would she think I would want to fight over a man that has bedded half the town? She could keep him, instead, I only wish her the best. I hope that she one day finds the self-love to settle for better. In his last letter that came months later, he confessed to me about her. He told me that she was pregnant and that he regretted it. Why must one speak ill of their own offspring? As if the innocent child had any part in it when they were having fun. I burned his letter and made sure we would never meet each other again. The less of a reaction he got to me compared to his other female victims the more his true nature was reflected. That's when I knew that he was indeed building a mirage. This was a confirmation of my suspicion because of course, I am not that naive. From the moment he first made his move my senses picked up his motives. He played a game that he started with himself, and without touching him his game unfolded onto the board. Clearly, never before had he met someone who could easily match and outdo him. This weighed heavily on his insecurities and triggered him to want to possess me even more. Of course, he fell for his own illusion. What can you do when you build such great mirages? He tried to trap both of us but got trapped himself. This whole time I couldn't help but be amused that he had fooled himself into believing that his illusions had trapped me. My heart and soul were always meant to be free. When your love is pure, your soul is protected from trickery. That's how I managed to keep my dignity. And I moved on, burying both of them in the past. I went on to find my purpose and follow my calling, while he kept self-destructing. Years later he would appear before me once more. Typical of him to come running to me when he is in trouble. This time it seemed as if he had blood in his hand. His life had become a horror show, but he failed to see that all along it was he who was the monster. As he gave me another unwanted hug, I made sure that he could feel that it was better for him to stay away from me. I banished him from my life because I didn't want to be drowned in his trickery. They say ignorance is bliss, but sometimes a lack of ignorance can be a blessing. On the rare occasions that my intuition could not see through him, it was the universe and my good karma protecting me. When your heart is pure and your love is one of a kind, you don't lose people. They lose you! That's the value I found within myself, the day I decided to give myself nothing but love. He always underestimated me, as he kept feeding me sweet words. I did tell him that I was smart and that I see more than I say. He just didn't want to believe me. Till this day he doesn't know how much I know, and since when I knew. Some battles aren't worth the energy. I left him buried in the past to pursue a better future for myself. I knew that I deserved nothing but real love, instead of a mirage he kept creating with nothing but his words. It's not the first time someone has mentioned that he talks a lot. I couldn't care less for his type, I only saw the potential. But I also know that potential is nothing if you throw it away! A couple of people would laugh in my face that I wasted so much time on someone like him. I smile because I know what I learned from it. If you can steal a person's heart without touching them, you aren't the one who ends up losing. Now at least when he remembers me he will know that despite him being a monster I kept feeding him with nothing but kindness. I never promised him that I would feed him forever. He was the one who saw my good heart as a weakness. My ramblings as craziness. If you aren't meant to understand me, you simply aren't for me. How often do monsters get a hand that reaches out to them in good faith? What he did to me is a reflection of his own struggles. It has nothing to do with the magic that fuels my being. I wear my sunglasses and remember a dear friend of mine saying you can't play the game, without expecting the coach to read the plan. I packed my bags and headed for the airport. After today I would never look back to this place. It has a lot of beautiful and bad memories. It's home, but I was longing for something different. That had nothing to do with him, I knew I was going to leave before I even met him. He wasn't as important as I made him seem, but hey you got to cut them off with strategy if you don't want them to stalk you like they are crazy! With my suitcases in the car, I knew I was ready to go. I had booked myself a ticket around the world for a year. This was an experience I was looking forward to. Who knows how many more magical travel adventures are waiting for me out there in the world? I was willing to find out and follow my heart.