A woman living in sorrow, guilt, sadness, and pain.
A woman who tries to be positive despite of the negativity surrounding her.
A woman who feels alone in the world full of people.
A woman who chooses others rather than herself.
A woman whom they call brave and outrageous.
A woman who fights for her freedom all her life.
A woman of hope, as what they say, but what they don’t know is, she is hopeless.
Drowning in her misery.
Love. Madness. Misery. Confusion.
It may or may not hinder us from doing things we need nor we want.
So what can possibly stop us? Or is there anything such as like that?
***
"Why! Why do I need to choose?"
I looked at him ridiculously before answering.
"You don't need to Drake. You don't need to choose between me or her."
He looked at me with wide eyes.
"You don't need to choose me. Because if you love me, there won't be any other choices. It will always be me. Until the end."
I was about to walk away when he spoke.
“Should I choose you over her then?” he asked me.
“No Drake. The question should be, ‘Should I choose ME… over you?”
“What—“
"The choice isn't in your hands. It's my decision. To stay...or to leave."
"And you chose what? To leave?"
I scoffed. "Yes, because why would I stay with someone who doesn't choose me from the start? Why would I choose you? Or...are you even in the choices?"
“That’s the right question, Drake. That’s the perfect question.”
“Why— what do you mean? I thought—“
"Look, how can I choose you when I can’t choose myself? How can I choose others when I can’t even prioritize myself? Tell me how, so I can ignore it.”
"Fely, there's no other option. It was always you. But I told you, there are some things you don't need to know. Some things like I still..."
“You know Drake, always remember this. Loving yourself is the best choice of your life. Choosing yourself is the best happiness that happens in our life. But you know what’s more important? Living yourself is the LIFE.”
"You don't need to choose me. But please, choose yourself." I smiled before walking away.