I've learned from the best.
Hate everything, love nothing.
Don't let anyone take anything away from you.
What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger.
Of corse, I doubted it all at first.
What I didn't know wouldn't hurt, so I thought.
I didn't know anything, I pretended it didn't matter.
What was I supposed to do?
Bitterness had always restrained me completely.
I've searched my whole life for a right answer.
When it didn't come, I gave up on hope.
I gave up on dreams, I gave up on myself.
I've left myself for insanity.
Though, I've been told I have so much potential.
It's so difficult to explain it all at once.
If you could just see inside my head.
Someone to understand myself more than I do.
I understand now why I've felt so depressed.
I've just been letting my life waste, things happen.
I've willingly been letting myself suffer.
In reality, it really shouldn't work that way.
One close beloved tested me, so to speak.
To leave, or to tell my friend I hated her.
I chose to defend my friend, no matter the effects.
Apparently, I had passed the test.
He was never going to leave.
He only proved I didn't need him to take a stand.
Surprisingly enough, I was unaware of my abilities.
Without the small situations, though.
You'd never be able to realize the serenity.
You'd never be able to look at life in a positive way.
The tears he snatched, the happiness he stole.
It all worked out to a good thing after all.
I love eternally, though I'm emotionally scarred.
I was so miserable, and felt so low.
I believed everything effected me more than others.
And I took that to the extreme.
I hadn't noticed I could look at it differently.
Until now, I can feel the illumination of life.
Thanks to the radiance of his heart.
Thanks to his very existence.
I believe I owe everything in my power to him, now.
Nothing will ever change that. Ever.
It doesn't matter what other people think.
Believe me when I say I know him.
Believe me when I say I trust him.
I know we'll get through it all.
Difficult times flood in every moment.
Some of those times are unnoticed.
We accept them when we say we don't.
We have no idea of what life beholds.
Still, there's no right or wrong answer.
Normally, we live, love, and learn.
Does it all really come down to that?
I'm not entirely sure of myself.
Which is partly why I'm writing.
The other part is unconditionally unknown.
Possibly, into the future.
Where it then becomes history.
And whether my love is right or wrong.
There's no way of knowing for sure.
But if there is one thing I do know-
It's that, I'll always love him.
When I find out..
