Dearly beloved, are you listening? Because I need you to understand that I don't feel any shame and I won't apologise. Everything I've done and all the things I'm about to do, are in accordance with who I am. I am faithful to every single word I say, and to all of those I don't. And while this might just be tales of another broken heart, I know I shall not only endure, but thrive, grow above and most importantly move on. Surely to better things, better people, better stories. It's the dream of all dreams, don't you see? One day this dreamer will be writing a story about everyone who left, because he wasn't good enough, and in that very moment they will feel a surge down their spine. So powerful, so loud, for they shall realise that I am the one who got away.
I know I've made it really easy to walk in and out of my life, but somehow I thought you would make different choices, ones that even I would find surprising. But alas, it unravelled as everything before, and like everything yet to be. As I look backwards in time and try to find something, anything really that would explain why I never seem to win the hustle, I find only desolance. Maybe if I had the brains, the money or the muscle things would be easier. I wonder though, if my head would still be stuck in the clouds, full of fantasies that never even had the chance to come true. I wonder if I would still be me.
