Charlotte by Lisa Helen Gray

For as long as I can remember, I have dreamed of a life doing a job I love, and owning my own home, where I would live with my husband and we would build a family together.
I managed to make two of those things happen. I worked every day, doing something I loved. I owned my own house, and I made it a home.
Every day I held onto hope that I’d one day have the rest. And each day I didn’t, was another day my dream slipped through my fingers.
Until one night, I bumped into a little bit of hope.
I finally thought I found the love my family had found, that my parents shared.
I finally thought I was worthy of love.
But I wasn’t.
Not his anyway.
Love couldn’t be forced. Not by you, and not by them.
Love is free-falling.
But I didn’t free-fall. I fell and hit the ground so hard it shattered me.
Because it wasn’t what I wanted.
However, my story isn’t over.
It’s just beginning.