You Were Just A Character In My Well-Imagined Story
“You’re a writer, an artist and you’re probably just using him as your muse.” These are words by my friend, Beatriz G. when I told her about something that has been bothering me a lot lately. Her words haunted me ever since. Never in the years that I have waited for someone, did I imagine that my love for writing would be the very reason that I would let him go. My close friends know how much I liked him. I could not imagine being with someone else but him. People would tell me that it is a pity. I insist, it’s not. Long years passed and nothing has changed. I started questioning myself. How long could I wait? I mean, can anybody really wait forever? I kept on weighing things. Would I really be happy if I get to be with him in the end or would I be regretful for the time I have wasted waiting for him? Is he worth the wait or should I just stop? I asked my friends about my dilemma. Of all the answers I hear