It's a choice. There's always a choice. Either to travel down one path or travel down the other. A choice.
I…I had no choice. From the beginning, I had no choice in which path I took. Although, I did have two choices. I held one heart in each of my palms. One heart belonged to the girl who changed my world, who stopped the rain. The other heart belonged to the girl who smiled, who cared too deeply, too blindly. From that alone, it should be obvious which heart I held carefully and which heart I crushed. From that alone, it should be obvious.
But, you see, the girl who changed my world, she is the moon. She shines in the darkness so brilliantly. She briefly illuminated my world when I was in my darkest times. She changed the tides for me like the moon does for the Earth.
But the girl who smiled, who smiles…she is the sun. She shines all the time, but at night, I can't see her light. I turn away from her like the earth does each day to the sun. But she was there. Just like the sun, she was always there. Always there even when I didn't realize that she was.
If I had a choice, maybe my life would've been different. But I didn't have a choice. Because I could live without the moon. I would be unstable, wobbly with the loss of gravitational pull that she provided, but I would survive. I would.
But I couldn't live without the sun. No one can. Without the sun, I couldn't survive. Without my sun, I would die. Without her, I wouldn't be able to exist. And it is only by fate and fate alone that made my sun keep me in her orbit.
So no, I didn't have a choice. But if I did, I would've chosen her. I would've chosen the one who burns me with a touch, whose smile warms me through my bones, who makes my life worth living. I would've chosen the sun.