It's not even a happily-ever after love story. Still, it is my story.
I am Rod. That's what they call me. I cried my last tear last night. And now, I am entitled for one transformation. Those things you see in movies where the lead gets this particular moment and the hell he moves out of the pain. In short, he has transformed. Pain, you see these days are very much at large, and right now, I feel the pain, and the fear of facing the slightest sun rise of tomorrow. I hate pain, and I say I am just entitled for something. A transformation.
It's not actually moving on, mind you. I just want something new, like a clear picture that people will see that despite my loss, I gained something, which is change.
Transformation.
Change.
I always loved Jane. She was my first of my million everything. She was the finest detail of what I call my decent life. She was my perfect sunrise. She's the very reason I wake up in the morning, feel the breeze, and smile. God knows how to give miracles at the perfect times. And I just loved her, the way she makes my life perfectly simple. Her smile. Her perfect and warm touch.
With Jane, I saw the meaning of forever. And I faced the loneliness of sunset.
You see, the thing about sunrise and sunset is that they give you a reason to believe that there's happiness in every beginning and end. Unlucky for me, my last moment with her occured after sunset. Darkness. Pain. Transformation.
Sunset, a forever reminder that I failed Jane. I failed my Forever.
And I regret the fact that I'll forever remember the last sweet girl who walked past through me, and I see nothing.
Not all love stories end in happily ever after.
I just can't believe I belong with them, the league of heart-broken, pathetic lovers, who believed in destiny and forever.
That my love story sucks.
I cried my last tear last night.
No. That I messed up with my supposed to be love story.
My life.
Sunrise with her.
My everything.
Sunset alone.
Jane.
Rod.
Broken.
It was simply her goodbye that changed everything...
