SOMEONE.
Art : Perfidy.
By Sakuan.
I am who I am and this is a short tell of how I was once an important person to someone of my choosing, that is hard to come by. This is what I went through during that period, and as far as my name is concerned, don’t worry about it, some day you’ll find out who I really am but for now hear this…
SOMEONE.
I used to have someone of my own, the feeling was mutual of course. They made me feel like I was important, they made life feel like it was worth living. I don’t think I deserved them whatsoever but they didn’t mind it because they knew the real me, they knew who I was, they JUST got me, and I don’t have an explanation for it. They showed me what love could be like because all my life the thought of love was foreign to me, nobody has ever said those words to me, “I LOVE YOU.” Hearing it for the first time from a person that I chose to be in my life was a weird experience for a lack of better words.
You choose your friends, you chose the woman or man that you decide to spend the rest of your life with, as far as family goes you don’t choose that. For this reason, I am always careful with who I choose to be a part of me because I already have a lot on my plate with the people who are in my life because they are family.
She told me something that I will never forget for the rest of my life, she said: “ you know love could be beautiful if you were not as stubborn, it is time to give people chances, it is time to let people in, let me in and I promise you won’t regret it, let me in because I want to share my life with someone and I know you do too.” She was right on all occasions, I needed someone to share my life with and I needed to open myself up to more people, failure and being hurt are inevitable so I might as well risk experiencing those two things if there is a chance of finding someone who I would like to share the rest of my life with.
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