Sometimes I
find myself wondering about loneliness. That was the thing that scared me the
most. The dark feeling, conquering every inch of my body and soul, fearing the
emptiness, the physical pain of a broken soul which has to live alone.
But I’m not
alone, I’m surrounding by life. I’m alive. And even if I’m a big mess, I’m
wonderful in such exciting ways that is hard to explain. So I decide to be
enough for myself, loved me and protected me, fight for my ideas and argue with
my thoughts, to become wiser than I was before.
I choose
myself in front of anyone else, not in a selfish way, but in a truly honest and
loyal way. Because when the hardest time comes is myself who I can count first,
so it's me, the one who I choose loving first.