My Life

This would be really boring. You don't need to waste time reading this.

Not just boring, it might be even heartbreaking.

The story was still going on, and therefore I had no idea whether it would end in a tragedy or not, but I had a feeling it would.

And it did. We broke up under the striking, burning sun of 19th September, 2016.

I write usually in a monotone description, therefore don't judge if you read this.

My name is Rue, and I wish my life could be like the picture I put as a cover of my story, colourful, calm, and with a soulmate who keeps loving me all the way. However, things never happen as what we would like them to happen.

I don't love my life, but I want to remember all that once happened. I want to look back one day, when I'm fully grown, and smile or tell my old self right now that I'm dumb.

Mostly and lastly, I just want to remember him, the one I very much remember right now, but will fade in times to come.

It is already fading now, and I only hope that I can write them all before they disappear from my mind, forever...