There was once a girl, who always wanted to make new friends. She thought that every person who came forth offering a friendly hand had good intentions. Walls were nowhere to be drawn. Well you can imagine the unknown vulnerability.
One day, such a friendly hand turned out poisonous. The venom of his words spread throughout the girl's being and began to break her. She withdrew with an inferiority complex about her looks and deemed herself unfit to be dated. She learnt the meaning of building walls around herself.
She was a good kid. Good daughter, good grades, good friend and an okay looking average child. She sure withdrew into her igloo, and surrounded it with hard walls. Somehow, a few people got through them. They only needed to know the simple yet special way inside - be genuine.
The girl grew up to be a good judge of character. She was still vulnerable, but really got people on different levels. The old and ugly memories still gushed up on her up every now and then, but she learnt to pass them.
Soon, with time, the wounds healed. She gained from that. A look at the better things in life helped get through the itch of the healing time. As luck would have it, she fell in love with a marvelous guy.
Again, as luck would have it, the guy's friends turned out to be the venom spreaders. Not great friends, but the socializing side of it. She thought it was OKAY. She decided to be an adult about it. It worked.
Two years later (about seven years after she learnt how to build walls), she got to know that the venom spreaders were still at their work. Calling her names in front of the guy she loved. The guy, however, knew better. He always stood up for her. She never knew for the two years that they dated, that the venom was being spread. When she did find out, it drove her into a great deal of sadness for a while.
The only thing that helped her move on this time was that she was way successful in life than the venom spreaders, who probably always planned to remain a liability on the planet; the ones who never planned to move ahead from criticizing her. Most of all, she had people who stood up for her, even if without her knowledge. And she learnt that the opposite of hate is never love.
One day, such a friendly hand turned out poisonous. The venom of his words spread throughout the girl's being and began to break her. She withdrew with an inferiority complex about her looks and deemed herself unfit to be dated. She learnt the meaning of building walls around herself.
She was a good kid. Good daughter, good grades, good friend and an okay looking average child. She sure withdrew into her igloo, and surrounded it with hard walls. Somehow, a few people got through them. They only needed to know the simple yet special way inside - be genuine.
The girl grew up to be a good judge of character. She was still vulnerable, but really got people on different levels. The old and ugly memories still gushed up on her up every now and then, but she learnt to pass them.
Soon, with time, the wounds healed. She gained from that. A look at the better things in life helped get through the itch of the healing time. As luck would have it, she fell in love with a marvelous guy.
Again, as luck would have it, the guy's friends turned out to be the venom spreaders. Not great friends, but the socializing side of it. She thought it was OKAY. She decided to be an adult about it. It worked.
Two years later (about seven years after she learnt how to build walls), she got to know that the venom spreaders were still at their work. Calling her names in front of the guy she loved. The guy, however, knew better. He always stood up for her. She never knew for the two years that they dated, that the venom was being spread. When she did find out, it drove her into a great deal of sadness for a while.
The only thing that helped her move on this time was that she was way successful in life than the venom spreaders, who probably always planned to remain a liability on the planet; the ones who never planned to move ahead from criticizing her. Most of all, she had people who stood up for her, even if without her knowledge. And she learnt that the opposite of hate is never love.
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