No matter where and when you looked into her life, there had never been true happiness. She had never been happy with someone before, and for the last few years, the desire to be hugged and caressed - to be loved - had incessantly been eating her away. Way before her first disastrous relationships, she had been humiliated countless times by the men she adored, and because there was no shoulder to cry on at that time, she had saved all the tears in her already swollen heart.
Her love life could easily be resumed in one word: waiting. She had waited for lovers to come back; she had given temporary breaks to her boyfriends only to see them go; and she had been waiting for the love of her life to show up - not really the prince charming, but a guy who would care, a guy who would be there for her - but he never came.
And on this sad day, she sat on the cold marble stairs, and stared at the sky. Could he be watching the stars as well? If he wasn't, he must have seen the stars one day. She felt warm to think that the stars were something both her and her prince had shared, in a way. All the tears that had not been shed silently showed up in her eyes. They warmly caressed her cheek and jumped off at her chin to finally die on the cold marble.
"Where are you?" She muttered...
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