Megan.

Why must this bother me?

Why must I be the weak one?

Questions I'm afraid I can't answer.

I've read too many books, too many quotes.

I was determined I'd get over him. Maybe it's the ones you truly love that leave you without answers.

Without solutions.

Every tear I've shed, every outburst I've given, they must have a reason.

Maybe, in the near future, there will be reason behind this. Maybe something amazing will happen, it'll clear up these cloudy days, and allow the sun to shine.

Allow the sun to show what's meant to be.

To show me that I must keep looking up, and miracles really do happen. It shall show me that reality can be a love story. That life really is a book, a perfect one, with a great ending. All these tears in the pages will turn out with something so great, so destinable, every little tear will mean nothing. And if not? I'll always have that one friend. That one person who will sit with me, in the dark, when it's impossible to look on the bright side. The one who will sit and cry with me. We all have things to cry about; all have tears to shed, words to speak, voices to hear. We'll do everything we can. Everything to make it better. And when times are tough, we'll think positive over negative, hope over fear, and destiny over change. We were given this life because we are strong enough to face it. I am too positive to be doubtful. Too optimistic to be fearful. And too determined to be defeated.

For now? I will let life go on.

I'll go with the flow. I'll let this world change, and see where it takes me. Until something happens, some twist or turn, some rising action or climax, I remain the shy girl I was.

Seems to be the only option I can rely on.

So, world? Keep turning. Keep moving.

I'm ready.

[[Sadly, this girl does not have a blog. I tried to convince her. She said maybe. I'll keep you posted if she does.]]

It's a battle between you and the wind.

The darkness surrounds you, consumes you, but you see the dim lights ahead.

You fight against the stronger force, knowing that it can beat you, but being too determined to stop.

Your imagination stabs you in the back.

But you move forward.

And you make it home, not because you want to, but because you have to.

So, every Friday I'll try to have a different person's view. If I can get people to write their opinions for me. I plan to just put my notebook in front of someone, look them in the eye, and say, "Write." I have someone for today. Look at the post above.