To All My Lovelies

Ever since I started this blog a few years back I have written a lot of things, some personal, some rather distant.
Some fiction, other non-fiction.
Every now and then there have been readers/followers that have recognised themselves in some of my texts.
Some answer in a comment and tell me a part of their story, others don’t.
I understand that some of you might think as you are reading “hey, I’ve been through that too! I understand what she means!” but are afraid to comment because of the fact that everyone else can see their comment. It makes you feel vulnerable.

I understand that, because for me it’s also a big step to comment on other people’s posts, reacting with my own story, my own experience.

This is also the reason that ever since my blog was mocked in my hometown and made fun of, I have been resistant to write any more personal things… To be completely honest even now, I’m still scared that someone with bad intentions that knows me in my daily life -even if from a distance- will read all of this and mock me.

But like they said in the movie “A Cinderella Story” – the one with Hilary Duff- “Don’t let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game”.

I still love my blog, I miss my blog.
And in the past days I have written about 4 posts, and it’s a relief.
It feels good to be back.

I am still me, and helping people is still one of my greatest passions.
I know that I am just a group of words, written on a computer screen.
But if for some people I can be of help, a support, a shoulder to cry on ; I would like that.

So if any of you have thoughts, stories or anything else to tell me…
Now you can, without commenting on here.

I have made a special e-mail account where readers/followers/friends from this blog can contact me on.

You can tell me a funny story, share a poem, put your heart out, give suggestions for the blog, ask to publish something of yours … anything is possible.

If I can only help one person, or make just one person smile again.
I would be a very happy girl.

So for all my lovelies:
bittersweetromance@hotmail.com (without the x that is in the name of the blog!)

is the e-mail you can contact me on.
I hope I won’t get mails from people with bad intentions or dirty pictures or that kind of stuff, but if I do: I will delete them immediately.

but for the ones that want to talk:

bittersweetromance@hotmail.com

I’ll talk to you soon my lovelies

for now: all my love

– Britt

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Alice In Wonderland

I’ve always been fascinated by the stories about Alice In Wonderland, by Lewis Carroll. Even to this day it’s still one of my favorite stories, although it’s one of the most haunting ones as well. My biggest fears are drowning and being held in a tight space, so you will never see me in a submarine, or going scuba diving, cave exploring…
So when she fell down that rabbit hole, my breath stopped. And when she almost drowned in her own tears, my heart almost stopped beating, because I felt scared in her place.

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I guess I kind of recognized myself in little Alice: a young, curious, smart-mouthed yet shy girl. Always wondering about everything.
When I was little, I grew up watching the disney version of the story, as I got older, I saw another version of the story , “Alice In Wonderland” the 1999 version.

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It was a whole new world for me, and is still my favorite version!
When I was old enough, I read the books , in English.

And then came the Tim Burton version (which I also loved!) and this May the second part will come out: Alice Through The Looking Glass (which is also the second part of the story, the second book if you will), I can’t wait!

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There was a place close to where I lived, a wall of green, overgrown with ivy and there was this shape cut out: it had the shape of a door. It stood in the middle of a field, in the middle of nowhere. I always -and still- imagined that it would be the portal to Wonderland.

What fascinated me, a shy curious young girl, about the story the most is the fact that there are so many magical things present in the story, and all these different characters that to me always symbolized people I knew in real life.
My parents, friends, ….

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As I got older I realized that the story, the wisdom inside it is still useful and true up to this day. As I got older, to me it became a story about finding yourself and what you are capable of. It’s about always believing in yourself, even if nobody else does.
Which is something I take great inspiration and strength from.

In the story, Alice overcomes her own fears by wandering through Wonderland and meeting new friends.

It’s a story close to my heart, one I’m eager to tell my children later.
And just like Alice, even though I got older, changed, grew more mature, I’m still a curious little girl that truly believes in magic and curious things.

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The Expressionless

Found this story on the internet this evening. 
It’s a creepy story. I surely loved it.
What do you think, fiction or fact?
Enjoy!

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In June 1972, a woman appeared in Cedar Senai hospital in nothing but a white, blood-covered gown. Now this, in itself, should not be too surprising as people often have accidents nearby and come to the nearest hospital for medical attention, but there were two things that caused people who saw her to vomit and flee in terror.

The first being that she wasn’t exactly human. she resembled something close to a mannequin, but had the dexterity and fluidity of a normal human being. Her face, was as flawless as a mannequins, devoid of eyebrows and smeared in make-up.

There was a kitten clamped in her jaws so unnaturally tight that no teeth could be seen, and the blood was still squirting out over her gown and onto the floor. She then pulled it out of her mouth, tossed it aside and collapsed.

From the moment she stepped through the entrance to when she was taken to a hospital room and cleaned up before being prepped for sedation, she was completely calm, expressionless and motionless. The doctors thought it best to restrain her until the authorities could arrive and she did not protest. They were unable to get any kind of response from her and most staff members felt too uncomfortable to look directly at her for more than a few seconds.

But the second the staff tried to sedate her, she fought back with extreme force. Two members of staff had to hold her down as her body rose up on the bed with that same, blank expression.

She turned her emotionless eyes towards the male doctor and did something unusual. She smiled.

As she did, the female doctor screamed and let go out of shock. In the woman’s mouth were not human teeth, but long, sharp spikes. Too long for her mouth to close fully without causing any damage…

The male doctor stared back at her for a moment before asking “What in the hell are you?”

She cracked her neck down to her shoulder to observe him, still smiling.

There was a long pause, the security had been alerted and could be heard coming down the hallway.

As he heard them approach, she darted forward, sinking her teeth into the front of his throat, ripping out his jugular and letting him fall to the floor, gasping for air as he choked on his own blood.

She stood up and leaned over him, her face coming dangerously close to his as the life faded from his eyes.

She leaned closer and whispered in his ear.

“I…am….God….”

The doctor’s eyes filled with fear as he watched her calmly walk away to greet the security men. His last ever sight would be watching her feast on them one by one.

The female doctor who survived the incident named her “The Expressionless”.

There was never a sighting of her again.

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Life Your Life To The Fullest

Never let them get to you.
Never let them take you down.
Break your spirit.
Tell you who you are.

You’re the only person that truly knows where you come from,
where you’re now and where you’ll go.
Your story is yet to be written, 
so take the pen and write it yourself.

Do things your way,
but make sure to listen to other’s advice.
Accept help when you need it,
when you can’t do it on your own.

Find someone to pick you up when you’ve fallen down.
Someone to have your back.
Someone to always love
and support you.

Find a reason to be happy.
Either by finding a good love, 
raising your children,
or building your own home.

Find happiness in hobbies.
Play music.
Dance.
Sing.

But whatever you do,
whatever you decide.
Make sure to never forget 
to live your life to the fullest.

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Happily Ever After

This was her big day.
The day she’d been dreaming of ever since she was a little girl.
She’d have the perfect wedding.
The perfect dress, the perfect day, the perfect guests, and most of all: the perfect groom.

It had all fallen into place.
They had met a few years back and it had been love at first sight.
Their love was so intense and they spend so much time together that people told them it could never last.
They said that this love was too good to be true.

But still, they made it last.
They made it.
They showed the world that fairytales do exist, and that people can live happily ever after.

Today was yet another chapter in their love.
Their wedding day.

Her hair was done beautifully, her make up was enchanting.
She looked like a true fairytale princess.

He had proposed to her on a romantic evening out.
It was just like in the movies.
They had the most romantic dinner and were going to end the evening with a dessert.
When all of a sudden the waiter came with two champagne glasses.
In hers, there was a beautiful golden ring.
With a big but elegant diamond on it.

As soon as she noticed the ring he got off his seat and kneeled next to her.
“Aleera… ever since we met I fell in love with you.
And I haven’t stopped falling since.
We’ve been through so much, good and bad times.
We’ve had it rough.
We had people being against us.
Against our love.
But we made it nonetheless.
I love you more and more with every day.
So therefore I need to ask you this very important question: would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

She had been speechless for a few seconds.
Before stuttering “yes! of course!” and falling into his arms.

And now here they were, six months later.
Today, she’d marry her one true love.

As she walked down the isle while the music was playing
she saw him standing there.
He looked so heartbreaking beautiful.
As he turned around, her heart skipped a beat.

Then everything went by way too fast for her, but she enjoyed every moment of it.
They said there vows and then came that wonderful moment.
“Then I pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride”
As he leaned in to give her the best kiss she ever had.
It was pure magic.

After the kiss, while she was still trying to catch her breath he leaned in and whispered in her ear.
“And they lived happily ever after…”

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