You know, maybe there are some stories that aren't meant to unfold. They're so perfect, it's better they remain in my head. Reality wouldn't do them justice. As the truth I knew all along firmly stands ground, I do not feel remorse or anger. Even I'm surprised that the only thing I feel is gratitude. Gratitude for the excitement and thrill that ran through my veins everytime I waited for our interwoven circumstances to unwind. And while there could have been so much more, I'm happy there was just enough to ignite a part of me I thought had been broken too many times to heal. I'm moving forward with the same conviction as always, yet this time, thanks to you, the grin on my face is a little more convincing.
You can call me many things. A crazy romantic, a sentimental fool, psycho. But one thing I am not, nor have I ever been, is a coward. Sometimes I may come across as desperate or out of my mind, but at least I go for it no matter what. Life goes on, even when it gets so heavy we almost can't stand it. So as I close my eyes and let go of all my doubts and thoughts of humiliation, I am overwhelmed with a sense of accomplishment. I wouldn't have wanted to handle it any other way than I did. I am raw and flawed, and anyone who can't accept that, doesn't deserve to experience how sometimes, even I can make your dreams come true. And that is how this chapter ends, for the story of my awakening has only just begun.
