Growing up in a place I once considered hell and returning to that very place I had worked hard to escape was a harsh reality. At a young age, I realized that life is not the fairytale I used to believe in.
In a world full of chaos, I found him. Searching for someone on the same page was my life, but I never asked for him, thinking that a girl like me wasn't worthy of being loved. He changed me, giving me something I couldn't live without. Yet, I was stuck choosing between doing the right thing or the wrong one.
Is it sinful to choose myself, even though I know it will tear me apart?
"Realization comes when you are alone in your room"
They said, "actions speak louder than words" but the truth is, there are really actions that can't be acted and words that can't be mouthed because of a certain situation. We know ourselves exactly better than anyone else but are sometimes in denial because of fear of rejections.
Loving someone means committing to them; we have to love their flaws, especially their past. We can't love a person just because of their good side because we also have to deal with their dark phase. I was there in your darkest but also is the reason why you were there. What if because I was waiting for the right time to come, I ran out of so many chances? How will I then fight my chance on a person that I know I long loved?