She felt oh so lucky. Finally. HE was going to kiss HER. Years had passed and this moment was all she wanted. They had talked about this. Nothing was going to change between them. They would remain as friends. Yes, just friends. And her dream would become true. This time, it would be different. She would close her eyes, wait for a while and her leg would pop. And she did. She closed her eyes, waited for a while and her leg popped. The next thing she knew was she felt incredibly happy. It was better than she had ever imagined.
The next day, they saw each other. She wasn’t sure if she had to talk about the night before or not, so she decided to let him do it first. Time passed, and the topic didn’t appear. “I don’t get it”, she thought. “He liked me, I liked him… And now he acts like nothing has happened?” She decided to talk about something that would lead to the desired topic. “Oh, haha. My friends told me I had been talking with you all night long, but I barely remember about that. Well, those are alcohol’s effects, aren’t them?”, he answered, finishing with a cute smile. While her illusions broke into pieces.
And that’s how growing up is, isn’t it? It hurts, you cry, you break apart. Just when you think you’re on the top, something (or someone) makes you realize it’s very easy to fall until the bottom. Just when you feel touching the sky, you realize you’re underground. It sucks, isn’t it? But there is hope. Hope that your future will be better, that every single mistake will be remembered and learned from. Hope for finding the right guy, achieving your goals, being happy. Because that is what everything is about. Being happy.
And I hope that every single thing that is hurting me, will make me happy in the future. I hope that for each time I cry, I will smile ten times. I hope that life will stop fucking me- over and over again. I hope that I will be happy.
