Now I sit beneath the stars, thinking what would happen if I didn't leave, what it would feel like to have her by my side.
Everybody wondered, where I disappeared to. But nobody cared to find me. And I don't mind with that. I'm on a journey. Just like in which each one of the human population are in.
A journey in life. A journey about loving and letting go. A journey of betrayal and trust. A journey to live.
I gathered that life is short, so I decided to enjoy it while I can.
I let myself fall even if there is no one to catch me.
In my journey here, I met another girl. One who is a bit younger than me.
We talked, we laughed, just like any other friend would. But what intrigued me was the fact that she had looked at me the way I looked at her.
I was almost sure that I was in love with her.
She said she loved me.
She told me that I didn't.
So I believed her. Because she had told me to trust her, and I did.
And I didn't love her.
