Epilogue: Not Alone
Things happen. You meet people and you leave them. Or they leave you. It's how the world works. There's no forever or happily ever after. What's a happy ending anyway, but the beginning up something new?
Life is hectic and terrible and sad, full of loneliness and painful recollections and mistakes you wish you could undo. There is fear. There is darkness. There is grief. But there is also hope.
And in that hope there is a thousand different meanings. Love and light and freedom. Joy. Kindness. Memories of laughter, moments of friendship and clarity. Where your soul sings out at the very thought of it.
I used to think that being alive meant being alone. That I could never have anyone. It took me fifteen years to find out how very, very wrong I was.
In one week, I discovered what it was, to have someone who was there for me. To have people to laugh with and cry with; to live life. Because yes, there is darkness in this world, and we encounter it often, but nothing, nothing, can overshadow that fire; those beautiful, golden rays of light that dance through my heart and ignite the flame in my eyes; that push me to keep going, even when all seems hopeless. Pointless. Lost.
I'm not alone anymore. And honestly, I'm not sure if I ever really was.