A story
Ours is just another love story. To some it might seem mundane, to others it might seem like it’s been told so many times before. To me it’s just our story. Just like any other love story. There was happiness, smiles and caresses but also tears, regrets and arguments.
Sometimes, the story, my story, feels too heavy to be carried around but without it there would be so many days that wouldn’t have made any sense. I’m grateful for the story, amost as much as I’m hurt by it.
He may think that when I tell the story I’m not truly faithful to it. But a story is not an amount of time. A story is only what we choose it to be. A story is certain characters, certain places, certain times.
And although it is our story, it’s been so long since it stopped being ours.
anlena
