What I've learned over the course of this month is that we're all entitled to our secrets. They make us feel safe. So as we mourn the life we never got to live, we clinge to our deepest desires, our melevolent dreams and our most dreadful sorrows. Some would call it a tragedy, others a story like no other. In my mind, it's a little bit of both, and no matter how you choose to view it, in the end I cannot deny how big of an impact it had on my life. But as I gazed at the rising sun, I realised something. First love isn't necessarily a synonym for greatest love, we just convince ourselves it is, because we're afraid we won't get a second chance to feel the real thing...
She never lost faith, but I think I'm losing mine. She made me believe that true love exists and even the darkest moments in our life can't take that away. We will have it again, we will find our way to the place where we belong, and when we finally get there, we need to have glorious stories to tell. Experience everything you want to, don't limit yourself. Then before you know it, we'll be looking into each others souls once more, with no regrets, full of love and lust and pride, because we were victorious, because we truly lived...
