People keep telling me to live my life to the fullest. To pretend that each day is my last. But what do they really mean with that? Friends, parties, traveling, keeping busy? None of that sounds bad. At the same time, none of that is what I would truly want to do if I had one day left in this world.
I believe in love. So living my life to the fullest means loving like crazy and not being afraid to tell how I feel. I consider myself really lucky to have experienced real love. And then again, I feel like I am the unluckiest person because it had to end. Even though sometimes the pain of losing the one you love is too much, I wouldn’t give the past three years away for anything.
“You're a living contradiction: intelligent and worldly, yet constantly surprised by what life throws at you; fiercely independent, yet desperately longing for lasting love. With all of that going on in your head, it's a wonder you even get up in the morning!”
That quote is probably the most accurate description anyone could write about me in three lines. So if the world was ending, you’d find me with the person I love the most.