I'm not sure if I can say my life has been good.. it is challenging in other ways... I am stronger, wiser but there are certain points that get worst than before and heartaches.
I just sometimes wonder, what is left for me to fight for, to hold on or to let go. I thought happiness is secured, the future is bright and I am just waiting for the right timing to make everything mine.
Life has a way to poke you and slap you in the face of your very existence. The only thing that is so clear, i was so sure that it's mine forever changes in a split second and I am not expecting this at all.
For him, moving on might mean freedom, a way that he can push aside everything that bothering him, an escape from the need to solve and face his own issues.
For her, moving on is a death sentence for a mistake that is not hers. A false accusation that occurs because of misunderstanding and expectations. Letting go means giving up her dreams, her happiness, and her hope. She will die just to keep him out of stress
She hopes that he will fight for them, as hard as she is
She hopes that he can see beyond his pain
She hopes that he chooses her despite everything that had happened in the past.
what a cruel fate, everything she has crumbles to pieces, everything she lives for leave eventually, leaving her alone, in the bare darkness
