Life goes on, it moves too fast most of the time, but we've got to learn how to make it last. And now I'm learning, I'm pacing myself, I'm seeing the path in front of me and fighting for every step. I'm fighting for my dreams, for love, and for happiness, every day.
Everything happens for a reason. Sometimes it just gets the best of us. I'm beginning to understand why this hell of half-a-year has gone by the way it did, and I thought I regret some of the decisions I made, but if I hadn't--I wouldn't be where I am now. Happy. Absolutely content with life, and thrilled by every day of it.
So here's to the past: I'm sorry for the people I hurt, the bridges I burned with my own selfish desires, and I'm sorry that that's what it took for me to find out where I belong--but if it weren't for you, I wouldn't be where I am, and if it weren't for me, you wouldn't be so much better off without me. Here's to having purpose within someone else's life. Here's to changing things you didn't think would ever change. Here's to growing up just to be kids having fun again. To the growing pains. To the smiles. To the tears, the overjoyed and the distraught.