As I
start running towards this endless path it hits me. When did I take this path? When
did I want to get here so badly that I would come down this stupid path and get
lost? What kind of person does something like that?

And
as I continue down this path of no return I notice something

I am
racing myself.

I don’t
want myself to get there before me.

I can’t
let that me get there first. That me will o everything I can’t. That me will get
the person I’ve always wanted. That person will love that me for me not being
me.

We
would have a wonderful life and kids without pain.

We would
not die from sickness, or even a paper cut.

The two
of us would die old together.

And when
I figured this out slowly started to slow down. Was it such a bad idea?

It’s
what I’ve always wanted.

A love
that is never hurting, never arguing…never learning

I would
never cry from sadness and then joy finding you that the person did something even
better than I wanted in the first place.

The heartache
of losing the person over the years and then coming back for them, the longing
to see them.

I
would never feel any of this stuff that I will regret later on in life.

And
with that last push of energy I manage to not only catch up with myself but pass
myself.

I become
that person I have always wanted to become. I make those choices that will keep
us together forever.

We have
the time of our lives all because I choose not to give up on myself,

My real
self.