My black heart

Hi members of the Ink well community.It's my first time posting in this community,and I hope I'm welcome.

My black heart. It was the weekend, and I wanted time for myself to recalibrate. I wore my accessories and a nice fragrance, the recent one I ordered from Lagos. I glanced through the mirror, putting on a smile. I wish they were real.

I have always been complemented about how I look, but I have never reconsidered it because I felt they were lying to me about it.
The mistake I made was never learning to love myself for real and appreciate who I truly was. I wore my favorite red shoe; it suited my dress really well. I picked up a black handbag and entered a cab that drove two kilometers away from my house.

I entered the recreation center, with a sense of relief from boredom and depression. Heading to the amusement park, I saw an artifact that caught my attention.

A family of two was admiring the artifact, and I heard the younger sibling saying, "I love the red heart," and the other said, "I love the black." They said this, smiling and jumping on their parent; they really admired the artifact. I waited for them to leave before moving closer to the artifact.

I found myself in love with it too. The inscription on it says, "Let love lead," the work of art speaks volumes to me. I wondered what color my heart was, was it red? Was it black? I said to myself. My heart was dark because depression, anger, and brokenness had overshadowed me, and I was a victim of failed relationships. I didn't know how to love myself; instead, I sought validation from people and was always happy being around them, it wasn't long, I saw myself being more depressed than I had ever been.

It's time I allow love to lead, but this time it starts from myself. I took a selfie near the artifact, got a light refreshment, bought some girl stuff to celebrate my new life. I looked at my watch; it was an hour to the Zoom executive meeting with my boss who wasn't in the state I wouldn't want to disappoint him. I hurried home, refreshed.

All I needed to join the meeting was in place; it was five minutes to the commencement of the meeting. a notification was dropped. I clicked the link, attended the meeting, and also did my presentation; it was a success. My boss was amused; he commented that he had never seen me so bold and confident of myself, and he encouraged to keep it up. I went to the bedroom to rest.

I glanced through the mirror; I saw a new me, who was beautiful, bold, confident, and whose happiness was intact. I have learned to love myself and thereafter replicate the love to others.

Written by kufremickwrite