Chapter 19
My heart had taken a beating; I was frozen in time.
All I could repeat was:
"Why did he pick me?
Why?"
Why me?
I didn’t bother anybody. I was just writing songs with an automatic machine.
Why was I so stupid? In my crazy twister of existence, I tried to make sense of it all, but I could not blame myself for falling into this hole of scams.
Since I had never experienced so much love in my life, my vulnerability as a retired victim was perhaps why my social media life was targeted.
Weak.
* Retired.
* Too nice to be true.
* Too easy to be trusted.
I could not quench my thirst for life at this precise moment where everything was not yet in place. I wanted to fly like a bird, not to be put in a cage, unable to go out.
My guards were down.
My heart was available to be hit again and again with beautiful words your ears want to hear a beautiful omnipresence in a lonely life.
I was afraid to face that part of life where everyone needs a partner to hold their hand when they can no longer walk. The necessity of finding someone at this age is understandable; before, I could care less because I had too many deceptions, much to do and too little time to love someone. But now, I had the rest of my life to love someone who is actually crazy about me.
Or was it just another "prompt" he learned to say?
They say in their book that they have these spare prompts, but for you, it's an "exception."
"I lost everything for you...
my dream to be a millionaire... to save you, to love you, to protect you."
Come on, this is what you want to hear every day of your life. But did he mean it?
Or was it just the bomb theyvare ask to drop to get their trust and commit
No. I must stop thinking: "What if he loved me for real?"
Why cant I be love for real once in my entire life?
Hours pass by, days pass by, and the one and only person who knew me like an open book was there, waiting for an answer.
He loves me.
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