One last time

Her pov

I felt like I was trapped. Trapped in a maze. The ones where you feel like you're walking in there forever, knowing you're going the wrong way but hoping you find a way out. The reason I feel like this is because of men. They act like they love you one minute and leave you the next. Love is complicated. I know it is. If it were easy, it wouldn't be real love. My love life is kind of like a maze; I get stuck in the same situation every time someone comes around to love me. They say it will last forever, but the next day they leave like nothing happened.
I have experienced a lot on the subject of love. I have given many people my all after many heartbreaks. I live on my own in a small town in Georgia. It gets lonely at times, and I wish I had a partner to share my life with. A few months ago, I officially gave up on love after getting cheated on multiple times, gaining trust issues, and now overthinking everything that happens in my life. With hope in my mind, I still wished for and loved the idea of having a significant other to share life with, but I also knew I shouldn't hurt myself anymore than I already did. I knew i needed to heal from my past and focus on myself to make myself happy.
It was a dull, rainy morning this morning in Georgia; there was not even a little bit of sun. There were water droplets slithering down the window with no particular path, and wind was swaying the trees back and forth. It was an unpleasant day. I could feel myself already regretting waking up this morning. I turned myself over to face the other side of my bed to reach my phone. My back clicked, and it was refreshing. I grabbed my phone to check my notifications. "One like usual," I say to myself, knowing that it was like this every morning. I knew I needed to stop looking for someone who would appreciate me for who I was, but I couldn't. It was a habit, and I just hoped that they would love me for who I am—for my long hair, my bright eyes, and my not-so-perfectly shaped nose. I knew I wasn't perfect, but I hoped I would be for someone. I opened my phone and looked at my notification; it was my best friend, Carly. Me and Carly have known each other for years, and she lived next door to me. However, she is away at the moment on a business trip with her work. She wrote books. Carly was the definition of perfect. She had long, shiny brown hair that swung side to side with every move she made; bright green eyes that sparked in every light; and a perfectly shaped nose. Her body was perfect, too. She was the definition of perfect. Carly always had all the boys after her. I could understand why; who wouldn't want a perfect girl in their life like her? She was beautiful. She always tried to make me love myself; she always knew what was best for me, and she knew when things were going to end badly. But did i listen. no. I always doubt myself, and I know I shouldn't because I am just putting myself down and making myself believe it, but I couldn't help it. I climbed out of bed and went into the bathroom. I ran the shower and went to pick out an outfit to start my day. I chose a black long-sleeved top with a black skirt and paired it with a bright white pair of boots. I got in the shower and washed every part of my body. I was washing my hair when I heard I had a new notification. I wonder who it could be, and then I remember that I only talked to Carly. I continue to wash my hair. When I got out of the shower, I got changed and checked
my phone. Butterflies began to appear, and I turned in my stomach. It was a boy. A boy had messaged me. I looked in the mirror while having my phone in my hand. I looked at myself, confused, thinking why a boy had messaged me. I knew I shouldn't have opened it. I know I shouldn't have, but I couldn't help myself. I couldn't bear the feeling of knowing he could be the one. With no hesitation at all, I clicked on the message. "Hey!" it said. What do I do? What do I say? I didn't want to seem desperate, so I replied with "hello." I think that was okay.