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Life is really interesting the way it turns out. Especially in the transition from being a child to being an adult. You may escape reality for a while, but it catches you up and scares you from behind.
What seems like a brilliant love story always has its pain. Nothing turns out as it looks like. Even when anything else seems to be stupid to claim.
Life is not what you make it, because you have so little power over your own life.
Ironically enough, others form what you become. Others form where you are, and how you feel.
And, sadly enough, so many young people have such an amazing view of life - life is what I make it.
Truth is, you’ll have very little to say.
I don’t know if I will laugh at this when I get older, but I have discovered that when you see the best in people, you get blinded. You have to be ready to see the best AND worst in people. You can’t ignore the bad sides, the luggage or even the slightest signals.
Truth is, most of the time, it’s too late. We are so positive as people. We always want to hope for the best, give the best, try our hardest.
Especially when it comes to love.
Love just seems so lovely. Truly, even after all the awful stories you’ve heard from friends and relatives... even after countless warnings. After countless advise. You still give yourself to someone because you think this significant other is, somehow, different.
And so it goes. It seems like you have all you ever wanted. It seems like this is it - this is the life, this is the love - your dream has come true, everything is the way it is supposed to be.
But little by little, reality catches up with you, and before you know it, you are staring into the eyes of a wholly different person. It is almost frightening, how little you know, and what is even more frightening is that you thought you actually knew.
Because after all... this was nothing close to blind love. You know each other’s good and bad sides, you know the pretty and the ugly, you know the habits and you know the stories.
Yet reality, in it’s purest form, still hides behind that imperfect but, yet so cherished person.
Truth is, we think that our stories are different. That finally, it will make sense. Finally, someone understands and receives in the way that you have longed for. You give everything you have, even what you do not have.
But nothing about us is different. Just as real as everything else. Disappointment, tears, misunderstanding, grudge, regret, sadness.
Every person that comes into our lives shapes us, creates us. That is, we are a creation of other people. Now meeting another creation, of other people, can form a clash, which happens in every single story.
What do you, then, do with it, when there is no way back? When the tables are set and the dress is bought, and life is ahead?
There is no regret, but reality certainly does frighten.
