F: Do you ever doubt the happiness that you once had never existed? That it wasn't real?
D: Yes! Once, I doubted whether I ever really fell in love. ...Trust me to equate love with happiness.
...I just realized that this might be why I'm confused.
Maybe I need a break... A month. Three months. Six months. A year... I need to get my head straight.
Because, I really am happy... And yet, there's something wrong with the equation.
Finding love at a very young age is hard, but losing it at an even younger age is harder... Believing in something with such unwavering passion and finding out eight years later that you were wrong really did some serious damage.
It seems to me that I've gone from person to person without thinking. And the brief periods in between were spent looking for the next one... Never really taking the time to just enjoy the silence.
Don't get me wrong. I still believe in fairytales, despite everything. I believe in love. I believe in the power of true love's kiss. I believe in destiny. And I believe that in the end, when you look back you'll realize how circumstances were so intricately weaved just so love would find its way.
Yes. Call me a fool... But you see, this fool is no longer broken. This fool is no longer jaded. This fool has been restored. This fool is happy.
This fool just needs a break. ...A break from love.
My happiness is my own. :)
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