Once upon a time, there was a little boy with big, green eyes. This little boy grew up searching for love all around. He waited for love years in a row but never got enough. He got crumbs only, and sometimes, those crumbs were taken by the wind and scattered away.
Once upon a time, there was a little boy who looked for love in all the places he went to, in all the people he met. He was happy with whatever he could get, and he only got pieces of love when he became what the people around him needed. So, he built this strategy: discover the needs of the people around, meet those needs, and expect love in return.
Once upon a time, there was a little boy and all he wanted was love. Sometimes, when he did not get the love he expected, he became angry. Angry with himself, angry with the world.
Once upon a time, there was a little boy with a sign on his skin. The lack of love created a wound on his chest and whenever he expected love without getting it, that wound was bleeding. “It’ll be alright, he used to say whenever he saw his wound. I’ll find the love I need, and the wound will heal.” He was aware of his acute need for love, so he kept looking for it.
Once upon a time, there was a little boy who met a little girl. That girl had a scar on her chest as well. “Look, we have the same wound”, the little boy said. “Lack of love”, she said to be the cause. They seemed to be a match. One day, the little girl looked at her scar. She remembered the hell she had to cross to be able to stop her wound from bleeding. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She looked deep inside her and she knew.
Once upon a time, there was a little boy who expected love from a little girl. One day, the little girl started looking at the little boy’s bleeding wound and got worried. “Don’t worry, he said, you’re here, now the wound will heal. You’ll heal it”, he said. She touched the wound, caressed it, looked at the blood on her hands and she realized she would not be able to heal it. No matter how much love she would give him, she could not heal his wound.
Once upon a time, there was a little boy who was loved by a little girl. The little girl chose to walk away because the little boy pressured her to heal his wound. She could not do it. Not because she did not want to, but because it was out of her hands.
Once upon a time, there was a little boy who was left alone. His wound kept bleeding and bleeding. He ignored it until one day he became dizzy from all that bleeding. The wound was painful, so he could not ignore it anymore. He had to look at that wound. And he had no choice but to clean it, moist it, and carefully put a band-aid on it.
Once upon a time, there was a little boy who put a band-aid on his wound. “Lack of love”, he said to be the cause. When he looked at his wound the next day, the bleeding stopped, the pain was gone. He continued taking care of that wound, gently, carefully. A couple of days later, the wound was healed.
Once upon a time, there was a wounded little boy who started loving his wound and got healed. This little boy started loving himself. Somehow late, but not too late.
And the magic happened. It all started with a wound.