Hope

In the beginning there was only me. My own mind, my only heart, my only dreams, my only thoughts...my only friend...
I wish I was another someone...Another person, a "normal" one...
But other people said it before that I am not as "miserable" as I pain myself. You know what? It was only last December that I realized that they were absolutely true! I am not as miserable as THEY made me feel...
Ah, what a relief! Finally I was free! Free from what other people wanted me to be and free to go on and to do what I was meant to - be THE REAL ME!
This is the beginning. Or the end. Or the start...
I hope that...I hope a lot of things these days, but the main one is that I can keep going. I know what love feels like and I know and feel what is like to be loved. I hope (see? I said I normally hope a lot of things these days..) that I can be as good as she says I am am as good to her as she makes me feel.
That is because 'I want to live, I want to love, but it's a long hard road out of hell'...