She sits, staring into the darkness, her lips tasting the saltiness of the tears streaming down her face.
She silently whispers, 'What it's it about me that attracts these type of men? Why do I always fall for men that only want me for sex and when they get what they want, they move on? 😢 Is it that, that's all men think I'm good for?'
Her friend tried to comfort her saying, 'One day you'll find that someone. One day you'll find happiness'
She replied, 'I'm damaged goods. No one wants damaged goods.
I come with too much baggage.'
Not knowing what else to say, they sat in silence.
One seeing the vat expanse of the sky. The great big moon, the twinkling stars and the beauty of the night sky.
The other seeing only the shadows and demons of a time long gone but whose memories linger and leave a stabbing pain and a hurt that refuses to heal.