We all begin from somewhere. Just like fairy tales, the stories in our lives begin with 'once upon a time'.
I remember the story of a boy who never wanted to grow old thus he lived far, faraway to Neverland. There with the Lost Boys he never grew old, everything was a playground, no doubts, no worries, just fun and the adventure, until the boy met the girl. The world was as never bright, as ever colorful. But the girl, the girl had to leave because she belongs elsewhere, she had to grow old...
I would always wish to remember the story that way; open-ended. I never wanted to know how it ended but yet; did the girl decide to stay and fight for love, did she return home and left the boy? It could be that the girl returned home and aged, with the boy staying young and visiting her from time to time? Or did the boy decide to grow up and leave everything behind?
Even the best stories can never be the best without their endings, every moment not precious without its boundaries in time.
I am writing this because it is the only place I can completely be honest and allow myself to be vulnerable. It is the one place I can be alone but never lonely.
It is better to have loved and lost, than to have not loved at all..
Once upon a time, there was a story of two indifferent people. This is a story about love, but not your ordinary girl and boy love. It is the dream of a boy who believed in true love, who wanted to find true love just like everyone else. A boy who found true love. But he was a dreamer, and he forgot who he was. And just like a dream, one day your bound to wake up.
... i never believed in happy endings because true love never ends
But what if the ending was never meant to be happy? What if the girl and the boy decide to part ways because they are individuals; does that mean it was never true love? What if it hurts more to be in that relationship knowing that you cannot be someone he wants you to be; does that mean you loved him less? Can it not be because it is the right thing to do, it is what's fair? Can it not be because you can no longer give anything more? Can it not be that you lost yourself in it?
To the world you may just be one person, but to one person you just might be that whole world...
It was beautiful. It had its ups and downs but nevertheless, in any and every way, no less than beautiful. It was beautiful then it still is beautiful from this stand point. Does it hurt? Of course it doesn't! What a silly question to even ask myself. I think something just got into my eyes. Let it be for what it was worth.
To every end, marks the dawn of a new day.
Many things have been said, many things done. Some right, some wrong. To dwell in that wrong is not me, that is not the person I want to be, that is the person I need to leave behind. I have learned the good and have done the bad. For everything in between, I need to forgive myself. For the things I have kept and for the things I failed to say, I will whisper it to the wind and let go of it all. For whatever pain that may linger tomorrow, I will take it one day at a time.
Tomorrow will be very much different, for I have to remind my heart and mind of the reality that I am awake. I fear not whatever stumbling block or hurdles the rest of the days will bring, for they too shall come to pass. There will be sunny days and rainy days, but for both I will always be thankful. I know myself today better than from any yesterday. To be happy with what I have and don’t have is to live each day with contentment and simplicity; it was never complicated, we just made it so.
While I change the clothes in the closet and do some general cleaning, I will hold each item for every memory they present for one last time. And in the next few hours as I listen to tear-jerker and mushy love songs, I will be packing my bags to take on a new journey.
Until the roads cross again, for now… I love you, Goodbye.
