Talk about an impossible choice. I knew it was coming, I knew all along. I just never realised how hard it would actually be. I understand what must be done, and what I cannot afford to lose, yet that doesn't make this any easier. For the first time, since I started this journey, I feel as if there is no right path. I'm going to disappoint someone either way. I just have to figure out which struck of the brush most interestingly paints the masterpiece I want this story to become. The final touches are always the most complicated, and the most important. I can't screw up now, I have to keep focus. I have to push on.
There will be a time when I look back to these moments and I'll rememeber how I felt when I saw her for the first time, when I saw him. I'll reminisce about the times we spent laughing and living like we were the only ones in the entire fucking universe. I shall not forget, that I promise. And as I lick my wounds and prepare myself for the final stretch, I notice I'm not afraid anymore. I'm calm, I'm sure. The truth is, I've known from the beginning how this story should end. I'm just afraid I've run out of luck, and that the finish line won't be as smooth as I wish it would be. Perhaps I won't even reach it. Perhaps the future is not mine to live. Tell me, can you move on, if you don't let go?
