Needle or thread?

It was love at first sight, or so she thought. Everything just felt right. He was the type to make a boring Wednesday feel like Valentine’s Day. The gods must be smiling on this union. She had a fortress to herself, but now she must tear down her walls and build a bridge. Why wait for the end, their beautiful beginning was a fairy tale.But the more she gave herself away, the more her fears grew. The texts stop coming, the calls too. Another son of Adam took a cut of her heart and left. First cut they say is the deepest,but she could never get used to this kind of pain. How can one touch have the power to heal and bruise? How can just a single voice cheer and jeer at the same time? Why did she fall in love, only to rise with hate? She sat with her needle and thread going through her woes. Will she hang from the thread or to go out with her needle and pierce some hearts too? Cupid pierce the wrong heart this time!