Guilty

Was she really guilty?

Guilty of something? No, there was no chance for she to have been guilty of something that caused pain or heartache to others. Hilda was only a normal lady; a lovely entity made of flesh and bone, that just was looking for somebody to love her, just the way she was.

Why does somebody have to set rules for love? Who said that only the ones that fit in the beauty standards have any right to be loved? Hilda was on this earth to enjoy her own existence, not to please others. Those jealous hearts could keep talking trash about her. She had no time for bitter words. They could stay forever in the darkness, hiding behind their own fears. But she was more determined to keep her head up. There was no reason to hide in shame. Love is always a tender flower, lightening all hearts up. There’s no use in shaming somebody for loving freely. isn’t that the way love must always be? No being must cage a beautiful bird like love is. Hilda was happy with her truth, so while others tried to keep her down, she would enjoy long days under the sun. She really deserved them.

A true story from an Anonymous