Have you ever felt completely empty on the inside? Have you ever felt nothing but darkness spreading all over your body? Have you ever stopped crying because you realized that you’ve run out of tears? I have. Too many times …
What if some people are not meant to be happy? What if some people keep running without actually knowing where they are headed? What if I am some people? I could ask a million questions but don’t expect any answer because I do not have a single one … Once being disappointed, finding myself laying on the ground, entirely devastated and broken, I have promised myself not to be hurting again. I have sworn myself to keep up my guards and not let anyone break down my defense. Got my tactics straight, determined not to get side-tracked in any way. To hell with fights, to hell with pain, and, for sure, to hell with loneliness! Following my plan, I was totally sure nothing would ever get me off track again. I was totally convinced no one would ever get the chance to hurt me the way I had been hurt before. But I forgot about one important thing. It was not other people hurting me, it was me … slowly killing my very hopes, my wishes, and my dreams. Call it my demons or the monster couching deep down inside of me … whatever it is, visible or not, it was eating me up, leaving nothing but dying dreams …
With every dream and every hope that was tardily but surely fading away, I was losing myself more and more. The moment I thought I was giving up forever, ceasing to struggle, ready to put my life into destiny’s hands, I met you. You were just standing there, smiling at me. Even if I had wanted to keep the distance … you would have caught me anyways. Just one look and you got me right there … soul–naked. Without me saying one word, you knew my whole story …
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