My moment...

He had always believed in the same fairytale - that he has to be patient and endure in order to get the ending he deserves, the love he dreams of. He was implored to wait for it, the third act twist, the unexpected declaration of love, the exception to the rule. But sometimes we're so focused on finding our happy ending, we don't learn how to read the signs. How to tell apart the ones who want us and the ones who don't, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave. And maybe, just maybe, his happy ending does not include a person. Perhaps ... it's just him, on his own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing himself for something better in the future. Maybe the happy ending is simply moving on, and knowing that even after all the disappointment, through the blunders and misread signs, through all the pain and embarrassment, he never gave up hope.

You do not get to decide how you will leave this existence, but you can decide how you'll live it. So do it. Decide. Is this the life you want to live? Is this the person you want to be? Is this the person you want to love? Is this the best you can be? Can you be stronger? Kinder? More compassionate? Decide. Breath in and out, then decide, because in truth what all of us want to do, is just survive the storm of life. We pray to get to the other side, but we can never really imagine what it will be like once we get there. What if when the storm passes, there's nothing left? He always said he could handle anything, but he was wrong, he couldn't handle this. While he was mistaken about many things it seems, there is one he could not have gotten more right - he was right about you.