Feel alive again.

I’ve been holding on to my unrealistic illusion for way too long. Hiding what I’ve really felt. Fading slowly away with unparalleled sorrow. And waiting hopelessly to finally get better— to feel alive again.

I’ve never known that loving someone could hurt this bad. But guilt wasn’t love. Regret wasn’t love, either. All that I’ve felt is disappointment. Disappointed that I entrusted my heart and soul within inappropriate hands. That I couldn’t be realistic nor clear-minded enough to handle the problems and keep myself awake to face the truth. I’ve been living in my dreams since the very first day. ❝Some people walk into your life, leave footprints on your heart and you are never ever the same❞. You probably happen to be one of them. And that’s what I would never admit to myself.

When I’m able to deal with my feelings, those of pain, sadness and bitterness, then i’m ready to heal. It took me months to accept the loss, to let go of my past and to finally forgive myself. To move beyond suffering can be one of the hardest things but ❝when life give you a hundred reasons to cry, show to life that you have thousand reasons to smile❞.