That's it, how the world spins round and round.
Because every end has a new beggining, when you close a door, you open another one
In this 'teather' we all play a fictional character. May it be in our family, in games, in stories. They all can be named a play. Only the strong survive? That was never completly true.
In this strange love story, one opened the door, and others followed after.
It was a beggining, it had been something different from all we had experienced before for us all. And we all had a different end.
We might have started because we wanted a friend, someone would accept us with everything, and we might have ended happy with our life changing. We might be happy, strong and we will thank for all that had happened, and to everyone that was with us. (Yuki)
We might have seen it as an interesting drama, but we might have not changed that much. Love might have bloomed inside us and now that become our stregth and happiness. (Rena)
We might have been hurt again and again and again. We might have fallen in wrong with the wrong person in the wrong time but we can move on happy now.We might have become stronger. (Sae)
But some....some of us aren't the same. Some of us might regret it with everything, feeling guilt, hate and disgust. We might have wanted all of it to never happen but now we can't change the past even if we really could. Something like 'I wish I never meet you then...' Its such an old and boring phrase.
Some might live in this memory after a lot of years. Because some of us don't accept reality, or we don't accept ourself. But that's just life, it all moves round and round.
And because I can't change myself back, because I can't forget anything from all that happened. Because I am too weak, because I despite you all a little, all of you that are reading this.
I smirk at this, because now you might feel a little more freaked out.
But that's just me, because this is who I am.
You all have seen a teather in this, but someone, somewhere might have actually lived this. And because of that, someone like me might exist.
And if someone like me exists, you better keep your eyes open. Don't lets anyone in so easy, and if you do then take good, really good care of that person, so it wont become me.
Some of us change, some don't.
Some leave the teather, some don't.
Some are happy, some may regret it every time they will remember it.
Because this is what love is, this is what life is.
You all can leave the teather, both spectators and the ones playing.
We all have a different way of seeing all stories and everything. Never doubt the other's way of seeing, it is true from where he/she sits.
Whatever it is. Life goes on, the earth is moving.
Thank you .