Moving Along

Sometimes, life isn't the fairytale you've always dreamed of. Life is made of its moments. We said that over and over. Along the way, it slowly became Life is made of memories. And memories are gifts. They are that little part of a person that will be etched in your heart forever. And maybe you lost something. Maybe you lost your smile. Maybe you lost your twinkle. Maybe you lost your heart-dance. You know, the one where your heart leaps into pirouettes. But it's ok. Because you're holding on to something that's just as valuable. You're holding on to the memories of good times spent, of happy days, of blushing smiles and deep intense gazes. And you learn that it's far more important for someone else to be happy than for you to revel in your own wants.

And so I leave, assured that you are happier this way and that this is what you would like it to be. And you know what? It's gonna be ok :)