The Problem with Players (Problem #2)

by Brittainy C. Cherry

Depression was an unwanted visitor who knocked at my door throughout the seasons, and at times, it would swallow me whole.

People’s hearts didn’t harden by choice. They hardened due to traumatic inflictions of pain caused by others.

It wasn’t fair that mamas could die. Their daughters still needed them so very much, no matter how much we grew up.

“Because how can you love me when I don’t even know how to love myself?”

I didn’t know falling in love was a repeated action. I used to think it happened once and then it was locked in. But it was clear to me now that the falling never ceased.