The first time I met you, I was a hopeless mess. I had emotional breakdowns from my heartbreak and the stress I get from school and friends, and family. I was a complete wreck. I wanted to fix myself but I don’t know where to start. It’s like one wrong word, or one wrong move, and I will self-destruct.
I was fragile.
I wanted to be strong.
I wanted to be tough.
I want to change.
I want to learn how to love myself. Because only until then, I can love others. The genuine love, and not just the idea of love.
I want to live for myself and not for others. I want to live happily, doing the things I am passionate about.
Just once, I want to be the main person. I want to be the person in control of my own story. I want to be the main protagonist. I want to experience the things that only the protagonist experiences. Becoming the best of the best, is what I wanted to be.
Until I met you.
For the first time, I felt different. I felt something that I have never felt with anyone before,
Because of your sudden appearance in my life, I began to change. Not for you, but for myself. I started seeing the best in me. I started believing in myself. You gave me another chance to believe again that maybe, just maybe, Cupid accurately shot the arrow to the right person.
I was looking for signs. Signs that you are the answer to all my questions. But I can’t decide which signs should I ask for. I was scared. I was scared that it is not you. I want it to be you. Because you made me feel alive again. You made me believe in myself again. And most importantly, you made me happy.
I thought I was getting close to getting some answers, but I guess not. Maybe, this is a sign that I was wrong again. I should let it go. Let my feelings for you subside and focus on other things, and improving myself. But I am still silently hoping that we end up together. Because I still want “The One” to be you.