Three

I always described it as three paths, that always led to a new adventure, but with the same ending. Some I would take over and over like an obstacle course that would soon become repetitive and irritating, some that no matter how hard I tried I couldn't complete, it was too difficult and I couldn't stop myself for craving go to back, taking the bribery and letting myself down. On the other hand there were paths that would shatter my brain to a million pieces thinking about it, it was intimidating to the point that I thought I had to leave altogether, no compass could guide me, nobody could make the decision for me, this was my turn to learn a valuable lesson and teach myself that you'll never know until you try, I'm still trying.

Love has always been a questionable thing in my head, is it an everlasting thing? Will it only break my heart in the end? Is there ever an end? Is there ever a beginning? I could go on all day, but I can't for too long, because he wants to meet me again. I can never think straight in his company, everything I wanted to say gets sucked practically from my mouth to the bottom of my throat tightly gripped to the point where I wanted to scream about how wrong everything is. I do love him though, but should I?