Somewhere over the rainbow...

It has begun. There's no going back this time. It shall either be the beginning of the rest of my life, or the beginning of the end. I've long given up on trying to decide which one I prefer, because of late I've realised that both will be of equal magnitude. It's almost overwhelming actually. I've grown so accustomed to fight against it, and now that it's staring me right in the face, I'm petrified of it. What if this is not who I'm supposed to be? What if I'm just confused? As I raise all these questions, one thing is clear. The answers are long overdue. I need to know once and for all, I need to be sure without a shadow of a doubt. Then if I fail, I'll do so unlike ever before. With screams as loud as thunder and tears as heavy as November rain.

I've been thinking lately why we became so close over the last few months. When our story began, when we met, I would have never thought we would end up here. But now that we have, I'm starting to question our motives. I was looking for someone to replace the friend I had lost, and you've done that, and so much more. I really could not have asked for a better outcome. But now I wonder, what drove you? And if it's what I think it is, then it would explain why you're having such a problem with what I'm trying to do now. It would explain many things, even those we decided to bury.

Če bistvo nobene zgodbe ni v tem, kako se je začela, kaj je potem bistvo najine?