Epilogue

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Decisions. I've had to make them my whole life. I hated them, still do. You have to get through them. But, sadly, they were never easy.
Never.
Depression. I had that, too. I always thought, that, there was no escaping it. But there is a way. But I still had way too much of it.
Too much.
I always thought there was no light at the end of the tunnel, no happily ever after. No hope. But there was. And it's still here, with me.
Turns out, it was always there. I had just never needed it as much as that one night. The night I met him. The first night that I felt safe. The night I found hope.
He was my hope.
Still is my hope.
And will forever, be my hope.

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