I kind of want the world to end sometimes. It’s not about wanting to die, but about finding the perfect excuse to put an end to all the excuses. I keep telling myself that I don’t need the world to end to do it, but there’s always that one thing.
I lived one of those perfect moments that happen only once in a lifetime. I told myself to make the most out of it, and I almost did. I held back with you. It made sense at the time, but now it doesn’t anymore. I’m not like that.
I want to live every day like it’s my last one. I don’t want to let little things get in the way. I don’t want them to stop me. I don’t want to wonder “what if?”. But when you asked I couldn’t tell you. I knew I’d regret later, but I never thought it’d take me this far.
If it was the very last day, I’d come back to you. I’d let go of everything and I’d just be where I know I want to be. I’d try, even when I know it’s impossible. I’d do all the things I always wanted to do, but never did for whatever reason.
It might be too late to come back now, but that doesn’t mean I won’t try. It’s just something I have to do. You might not remember me, but I am stuck on you. I don’t like being stuck. I don’t like knowing I didn’t do everything I could.
Pointless. Yes. But everything happens for a reason. I travelled miles to find myself. When you called my name, when I looked into your eyes… I knew it was you. You are the only one who made me want to stay. We talked like we had been friends for years. It was hard not to hold your hand. You will always be the one. I should have known that.
Right now, it’s the fear that stops me. The fear of tomorrow.
That doesn’t matter anymore.

Is this real? Is this happening? Is it too good to be true? 

I am so excited!!!