The tragedy of a hopeless romantic

For the past six months I have gained and lost everything I ever hoped to have. I worked hard to get opportunities, yet I neglected them when they were finally within reach.

I feel stretched. I feel tired. I feel dead. But I am still here, still breathing.

Rising, rising, rising, gone…

To her who listens,

What makes you think that I no longer love you?

My love for you is the guiding force of my life. I cannot simply give it up or else I would be lost.

I choose to ignore and rise above the pain of the past. I choose to be better than the mistakes I have made. I choose the possibility of Us, I choose the possibility of making something beautiful.

The rest of the world gives me all the reasons not to believe in Us. But that’s when I believe in Us the most. You give me a reason to believe, you are my reason. I believe in you, to believe in myself. To believe in Us.

The fool in me,
Dabs