It had never occured to me that our lives, so closely interwoven, could unravel with such speed. If I had know, maybe I would have kept a tighter hold. As I return to the only place I ever felt at home, I imagine that this is where everything I once lost is being washed up. I wonder how long I need to wait, until you appear on the horizon. I don't allow myself to fantasise beyond that, I can't let it go further. I remind myself I was lucky to have spent any time with you at all. Yet still, I don't really understand what we've lived through and I feel we didn't have enough time...
The quiet scares me, because it screams the truth. I'm taking this time to figure out what I want, before I throw my life away again. Even though there is a lot left for me to learn, I've finally reached that moment when I know how much I've let go, how much I've grown. I may not be able to look back, and I can't seem to look too far into the future, but one thing is crystal clear - I'm living for myself and no one else.
Falling is the first step when learning how to fly. A lot of people don't know how to get up, so they just give up. The thing is, I've never been a quitter. Fuck fear. Fuck the crowd cheering for you to fail. And most importantly, fuck fate. Sometimes you need to take matters in your own hands. Sometimes you need to ignore all the signs the universe throws at you, and just stick with your heart and never forget to believe. Don't worry about time. The truth is, it's not on our side, it never was, yet that's never stopped us before...
