My “prosery” post for Merril’s prompt yesterday on dVerse. Our pieces cannot be longer than 144 words. Mine is exactly 144 words. The bold line comes from a poem by Jane Hirshfield.
Thanks for constantly challenging me, Merril!
“Look at her. She never has any trouble finding boyfriends. What’s so special about her?”
I didn’t even know they were talking about me back then. I don’t think I even pondered this at all. Maybe that’s what was supposedly so special about me. I didn’t try to be anything or anyone else but myself. I took life in stride because that’s how I roll. My friends, some still around, seemed to appreciate me for me.
I don’t know why I was surprised every time love started or ended. Maybe it was because I half-believed I didn’t even deserve love in the first place.
However, since those teenage years, life has taught me much. I have learned and gained wisdom. I’ve had my share of hits and misses, highs and lows, joys and sorrows. Know what I have discovered?
Everyone is deserving of love.