I found myself weeping by the riverside, questioning my worthiness of love. Am I truly lovable? Am I that easily replaceable? Tears flowed into the river, but I wiped them away. 'Come on, Yeshua,' I whispered to myself, 'You've dated nine guys; finding a new one should be a breeze, because im pretty and worthy right?' The exhaustion weighed me down. Why do I keep falling in love when I know heartbreak awaits? I must be a little insane.
Suddenly, a voice interrupted my thoughts, 'Hello?' Startled, I turned to see someone standing there. I mustered a weak smile, my eyes still swollen from crying. 'Oh, hello. How can I help you?' I asked.
'I noticed you were crying,' he said with a gentle voice, 'and I'd like to be your shoulder to cry on.' I was shocked at the kind gesture but remembering the pain of my ex gave me I couldn't hold back the tears any longer; I embraced him tightly. 'I'm sorry for this, Mr. Stranger. This isn't my finest moment, but I'm just tired of life not going my way,' I confessed as I clung to him.
He reassured me, 'It's alright, I understand. I'll be here for you. I may not know you, but I sense you're a kind-hearted person.' He gently patted my head and caressed my back.
'What's your name, Mr.?' I asked.
'Chandler, but call me Chanchan.'