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I thought it was perfect. My life felt like it was finally complete, happy...secure and real. Though you never know how true hurt feels, how it really feels to have your heart really break, until something or someone you love more than life itself completely changes for the worst. I'm sure that to most, this story seems dreary, but believe me, my story is mostly about happiness and love, and complete trust. A fairytale, that may not exactly have a happily ever after.

It was the usual quiet Monday morning, the light from the sun slowly creeping through the window, the birds starting their morning serenades, the grass glistening form the lightly sprinkled dew. Then there was me, sprawled out on the couch in my living room, hot chocolate in one hand and the television remote in the other. The Tv was on, but so low that it was almost on mute. I stared into the screen, and yet I was not watching the show. My mind was completely blank, and truly what was there for me to think about anyways?

I was a single 23 year old woman named Sarah Lynn, who lived by herself, and worked as a waitress in the local diner, how fabulous, right? I felt like I had no one, except maybe for my parents (I am the only child), but of course they lived 10 hours away, which means I hardly ever got to see them. No boyfriend, no husband, no men in my life. I would always wonder about why this was the case when it came to my love life, why I had absolutely no love life in the first place. I'm not really ugly, not beautiful, but decent I guess. I was a taller woman, slender, with short brown hair that never seemed to want to grow out. I was still kind of awkward when it came to how I presented myself, I guess I never grew out of those miserably embarrassing teenage years. I do have one theory though, I may not have a significant other because whenever I see a member of the opposite sex coming my way, or even towards me, I look down and stare at my feet, or start to walk the other way as quickly as possible. I'm just extremely shy, I was one of those little girls that would hide behind my mommy's dress whenever someone tried to talk to me.

The only person I could really talk to, was my best friend that worked with me at the diner. I believe that we were exact opposites. But we still just seemed to get along so well. Her name was Carol, a complete beauty. She truly was beautiful, every mans dream. She had long platinum blonde hair that came down to about her hips. She was of medium height, and slender also, and much more attractive and original than me. She always had a man with her, relationships that lasted....hmmm....at the most a week or two. She truly was perfect, her clothing always being stylish, her hair always perfectly styled. I wanted to be like her so badly, but when you looked at her, and then looked at me, it would have to be such a miracle for me to be even like half of her. But she was so kind to me, and I trusted her so much. She was truly the only friend I had, she was a life saver for me.