Sierra fell in love when she was 16 years old. She fell for Will. They were sort of friends but the kind that only talked once in awhile. The sort where you don't think of them. Then, Sierra noticed him more often.
She thought of him in the morning. She thought of him when she closed her eyes at night. She thought of him while ordering coffee and during math tests. His presence in her mind was frequent.
Yet, Sierra's presence in Will's mind was occasional and fleeting. He thought of her only when he forgot the homework. It broke her heart but she ignored that part.
In Sierra's head, they were together and happy. They were the perfect couple, or so the scenarios in her head said. You could say she was in denial, but that was not it.
She was in love. An innocent, gripping love. The love where your heart palpitates when you receive a text from them. The love where you smile when you see them smiling. The love where your friends begin wondering where that new skip in your step came from. The love where everything is sunshine. The love that was not always reciprocated.
Sierra was caught off guard by it. That's what love is, unpredictable.
It came the day when Will fell into love. But not with Sierra. With another girl that made his heart beat quick. Sierra had to watch as they began dating.
All the confusing, indescribable feelings she had conjured up inside her were close to the surface. She broke.
Sierra did not understand the difference between what is meant to be and what is not meant to be. As the days went on, she told herself it could only get better.
One day, on a brisk December afternoon, she lt the window and smiled at her reflection. She was no longer hurt or broken or even angry. Sierra had moved on.
"What are you thinking about?" her husband of 4 years asked. She turned to him smiling.
"Growth," she replied. "And rebirth."