Hours turn into days, and days turn into weeks, and it feels as if I'm living a completely different life than I did just months ago. I guess when I decided to change, I wasn't ready for everything to change so quickly and so ... profoundly. I don't even think half of you would recognise me anymore. It's funny what heartache can push you to do - how it can propel the sleeping soul, and awaken dreams which were long forgotten. While this process of being rebuilt seems endless, I see my future self. I see a boy who jumps off edges into blistering cold water, just to see if he can. I see a boy who takes chances, and grows as an individual with each mistake he allows himself to make. You'd be surprised how much you can achieve when you set your mind to it. There's no such thing as impossible, and who you were, does not dictate who you are, and who you want to become. It's staggering how I always come to all these conclusions when my insides are torn asunder - when it's already too late to alter the trajectory of my journey. I figure the best I can do, the best anyone can do, is learn from these times, and let go of your insecurities, of the injustices inflicted upon you, and move on as stronger as you've ever been, and as brave as you'll never be again.
You take his hand, and you brush it against yours. You look deep into his eyes and you somehow see yourself. It may have started as lust, yet both of you feel it morphing into something deeper or perhaps the illusion of your fiery chemistry overshadows rational judgement. He is scared, because his story was not supposed to unfold this way. He was supposed to stay with the one he chose right from the start, but life got in the way, and now everything that's being written feels like freefall. They might land on a soft wasteland of grass or they might plummet into a gorge of thundering spikes. Who has more to lose? Who has further to fall? As always before, the words you read are but of someone who needs answers to questions he's afraid to ask, and keeps asking questions without any real meaning at all. So he remains stuck between two truths, being torn apart by his obsession to live the greatest story of all, the greatest story ever told.
