Love journey

~1~ Departure

This was the hardest decision I ever made in my all life.

Decide to stay with someone, someone you can really trust, someone who you really love, is actually difficult, but move on the other part of the world for this person, is all another pair of sleeves.

The day I decided to move to Canada I thought it was simple, I thought it was the right thing to do, and I waited this day counting each minute.

But now, now that is really time to go, to live my country, I realize this decision will change my life forever. Will affect every single step I'll make since now.

Is this the right thing? I really love this boy? Or am I simply using him to run away from my problems?

I'm grabbing my passport in my hands, watching deeply my plane ticket, my feet anchored to the floor, the fear dominating me.

There's anything I can do to change my doubts, to plaque my anxiety? And the only thing that allow me to go fiscally on the plane is just one question: "I prefer an entire life obeying to my parents, obliged to do the same job I hate every single day, without the possibility to make a single decision on my own, or a possible happy life with a boy who's in love with me since 3 years?"

I do not need anything else. The decision is made.

I sit in my seat, waiting for the wheels of the plane to fly in the air when they take off.

«Wait for me David», I whisper.