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I used to dream about the future, but my fate never smiled at me. Before I met you, before I got to know you, my life was nothing but the darkest of nights. No moon, no life; only a couple of starts to keep me from going insane. And one day, while staring up at the blackness, as stagnant as ever, a shooting star shot across the space. It was brilliant, it was bright, and very beautiful. I didn't think twice about anything. I ran. I simply ran behind it, trying to catch up. Trying to run beside it, to catch it before it disappeared.

I didn't care what lay before me in the darkness. I didn't care how many times I tripped over invisible obstacles, or how many times I scraped my hands and knees against the unseen ground. I only kept running. Because I knew that nothing would ever matter anymore if I was able to have you. If you were mine, I knew this blackness would fade into a beautiful and picturesque canvas, a perfect world.

So I just kept running, regardless of how many times I was hurt. Regardless of the bleeding and throbbing and breathlessness. I had to catch you. I had to have you, and I needed to be yours.

And yet, in the dead of night, you went dark on me too. You disappeared after leading me so far away from where I used to stand. This soil was unfamiliar, this blackness unlike the one I had resigned to embrace. Where did you go, when I need you most? You were beautiful and brilliant, and dazzled me in a way that I would care not for anything else. I would have followed you anywhere, I would have single-handedly fought wars for your smile…carried the weight of the world for just a kiss.

I knew you were watching me from above. I knew you stole glances to see if I was still following; and when I was falling behind, you would slow your fall, as if beckoning me to continue forward, no matter how much I bled.

And like a fool, I did follow.

I got hurt.

I was abandoned

And now I'm stuck again, in that slough I was so desperately trying to escape.

But the worst thing of all is that, even though I know how it ends, I would do it all again if I was given the chance. Because I never felt so alive. Because I never felt so motivated and moved to do anything, as I was for you. If I opened my eyes and this would have been a premonition, I would eagerly wait for you, ready to sprint at any second. If this had been a dream, I would have found a way to never wake up, so I could see you again, over and over again. Forever. I would run, and bleed, and suffer. But I would see you.

To me, that alone makes all the difference in the world.