Did I lose you yet? Or will I lose you soon? You are a mistake – a beautiful mistake. If I could do it all over again, I would let you make me wrong again.
The most beautiful person I’ve ever known turned out to be the most beautiful mistake I’ve ever done in my life. How can you have a beautiful ending without making beautiful mistakes? What constitutes a mistake? This can only be answered by the one who feels they have made the mistake. This can not be determined by others. This is the BEAUTY of a mistake. You control every mistake you make in your life. I am taking a chance in this life to live it to the fullest. The fact that I have left it all on the table at this point is such a relief. I don't have any regrets and the feeling of anxiety and pure adrenaline are enough to outweigh the outcome, good or bad. The overall feeling is outstanding- everyone should experience that feeling of pure freedom. We are all in control of our feelings and happiness is one that should be experienced by each and every one of us. What kind of mistake could you make that has a beautiful ending? Oh let me think, In pursuit of finding good friends, I actually lost one. Isn’t it very ironic when you’ve put so much efforts in keeping a friend, but it seems so easy sailing away by saying, “don’t expect we will still be friends someday because I don’t want to hurt you again” – not only this is ironic but also painful, real pain that it hit me straight through the heart. I wanted to stop the pain, leave it there and make a permanent reminder of this hurt so I won’t go on breaking my heart over and over again – I am doomed to failure, pain remains the same. It won’t fade, never ceasing. I am deeply hurt and saddened by his words, I couldn’t understand or maybe I just don’t want to understand. I know it wouldn’t be easy to just forget things and move on and embrace tomorrow with an optimistic perspective about life. It would be entirely different without looking forward to another day that spells out happiness because good friends are there, it would be hard but surely I can. There’s more to life than bitterness and animosity, I will stand up for love, this time for myself. The beauty in this mistake lies within the choice of loving me first before anyone else. I will move on, meet new friends and eventually suffer heartbreak, love, and eventually have learned enough from my mistakes to make the next friend of my life the friend for the rest of my life.
