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(Chase)
My mom told me that their love story with my dad is not a typical love story anyone could ever imagine. I've always liked hearing my mom telling me her stories and lessons in life. In fact I am their number one fan. I love hearing her stories about how they wanted everything to end, how they wanted to give up and be cowards, how many times they cried, how many times they got hurt, and how they overcome their struggles and challenges together. I always admire both of their hearts because no matter how many times their brains tell them to give up they always end up crawling back to each other. They proved to me that they're destined, that what they have is something powerful, that what they have is true love.
But no matter how beautiful their love story is doesn't mean mine should be like theirs.
Unlike my parents, my love story was just one sided, unrequited. I was the only one who loved dearly, who gave a lot of effort, who gut hurt. I was the only one. It wasn't a love story every girl would dream about. Maybe my love story is the kind of love story villains in fairy tales had. And I won't lie to you. I came to the point where I wished Chance dead. I cursed him and I wished him to death. Well, I obviously would because I was hurt. But now that I'm not I realized what others said is true. People are bitter if they are affected and if they are affected it only means one thing; they haven't move on.
The thought of moving on is hard but no matter how difficult it was I managed to succeed. I moved on and I moved forward. I accepted the fact that Chance and I are not for each other. At first it was really really hard. I even thought dying is much easier than moving on. Yes, dying is easy and moving on is tough but I realized if we choose the easy way, our life will be boring. I mean, God wouldn't give us challenges just for pain but also for the lessons and thrill. At first I thought it was impossible. I was mad at him. No. I despised him and I wanted to get even. I guess pain really makes people do things they will regret later or take decisions which isn't good for them because at that time I wanted vengeance. But even if I get my revenge and succeed it wont bring back time, it wont bring back the efforts I wasted, it wont bring back my child. The damage had been done. I already got hurt. I already lost my child. That's it. I lost almost everything and vengeance wont bring those back. Besides, if I do plan for vengeance then it would show I'm still affected by the pain he caused me. After all it's been five years. Everything has changed. People did too.
I guess time really does heal all wounds.
After our last confrontation, I immediately went to New York. I begged my parents to stay and I promised them I would be fine alone. They trusted me even if it's so hard for them to let me go and there I lived a new beginning. But even if I had another chance for myself, I didn't forget everything that I've been through. I just learnt a lot of things but I didn't forget because the struggles I've been are the things that made me strive harder to achieve my dreams. My parents told me I am gifted and a very brave person. With what they said, a new camera, and a few luggage I tried living on my own. I tried to be independent. I faced my own problems with my own solutions and answers. Because of my hardships, I finally have my own career.
