Misconceptions of the Heart

This is the first prose piece of mine that is now published.

She had the body of a goddess but the mind of a devil. No, it is not what you think. She had good intentions but her whole life was a myth. She appeared to be living in a world where everything made sense. She had a passion for love but her love was far from passionate. This love was not the kind of love a woman so young would expect; this love was different. She fell in love with a mythical creature who turned her into someone she was not, someone she had absolutely no intentions of becoming. She felt as if everything was perfect but it was far from perfect; she was living a lie. She wanted to feel happiness in every way she could so she created this mindset and believed the love she was receiving was normal. Being too afraid of waking up to reality was an understatement. This lie that she was living turned into a misconception of her own reality. The fantasy world that she had been living in for two years made her believe that getting hurt was normal. The numbness that she had been feeling started to grow inside of her and this affected her everyday life. This was not a goddess but a devil in the shape of a marvelous soul. The pain she felt grew stronger, deeper, cutting every inch of her skin like a knife running its blades through an uncooked steak. What was there to do when no one else knew you, the real you. But he knew you. The creature knew who you really were. He knew that you aren’t a morning person, you like your coffee extra strong, you hate cats, and you love reading before bed. No one else knew the real you so you held onto him. One day she woke up out of her unrealistic state of mind and finally started to realize that this creature was a monster. The kind of monster that twists your brain in crazy ways until you obey all of his commands. Leaving him was her first step, leaving every memory and all of the comfort she had been holding onto behind. She had learned more about herself through this process than she ever imagined. Her worth meant more to her now than ever before as she felt like she had just won herself over. Letting go of him and everything he had ever burned, touched, and damaged like her heart was the challenge. Hitting reality hurt but she had now risen from the depths of a dark, fiery place to a fluffy, bright sky; the real world. She learned that she was not her enemy, her heart was. It is true what they say- the heart wants what it wants but what it wants is not always best. She had the body of a goddess but the mind of a devil. No, it is not what you think. Her intentions were her and nobody else.