I like to believe mystery is an intriguing part of life. Without it, life becomes all too familiar. This is the only heartbreak I've been struggling with since I became an adult.
So, unfortunately, am unable to share hurting stories like everyone else because I haven't really experienced a heartbreak that got me so broken to the point of faulting my life. And it's not because I haven't had or still have loved ones, it's simply because I see beyond where everyone else stops to look.
My friends say it's a gift, but to me it's a curse, being able to read through people and see who they really are is a complete part of me. I can spot a shooting star without paying attention to the sky. There's just something about me that knows to expect certain disappointments from people, so when they really happen, it affects me the least. I've used this to my advantage a lot and it has helped me avoid getting to deep into what might back fire at any second.
However, it hurts not being able to live the kind of life everyone else does. Sometimes I wish I could just take it away.