When One Door Shuts, Another One Opens

As I sit in my room weeping, my mother yells from the other room. All she was doing was making sure I was okay. (The word gets around quick.) She yelled from her bed "Grace I know you here me calling you! Sweetie are you okay? Are you crying?" I didn't respond I was in despair. He personally took dull butter knife and to help rip my heart into shreds. Never thought that he would back out the relationship that we once had. I never saw the stampede come. I didn't eat not sleep well. Now that I look back on it, I was stupid. More than stupid, I was pitiful. For all the fish in the sea I act like I'm the only one of my kind. Like a school of fish never existed. My cells phone buzzed from under my pillow. I refused to talk to any one, but something told me to look at my phone. It was the guy I met a month ago at pizza place. His name was Johnny. My gut feeling told me to pick it up and I obeyed. When I answered it, it lifted my spirits, and his hummer made me forget. After time we talked more, we went on a couple of dates, we had several special moments, and then came that day that he asked me to be his girlfriend. Of course, I said "yes". The butcher, who dismembered my hurt, Fredrick never thought of asking me to be his girlfriend. It was a waste of time, time that could of been spent on the value of life's treasures. I forgave but never forgot. Healing took some time and my heart has its on passe. However, not too much time was wasted but I am finally happy and I can answer the door next time I can answer the door.