Never-ending Story

I would describe myself as a book… A beautiful one, with an eye-catching cover that would represent my personality, which would have musical notes and different kind of instruments for my love for music, and I would fill it with dozens of hearts for I naturally love everyone. And because I am deeply in love with someone, one of the hearts should be colored yellow-blue as it represents our forbidden love. The cover of my book shows the ones I care about the most in my life.

A book has no worth without a story and so we need a pen and the right amount of pages to write on. As to my life, the whole book is my mind, my memories. The pen holds the people I have met in my life and the things we all have done together. The pages serve as my lifespan which is something I don’t know, because my pages only increases by one daily. And the hand that holds the pen is the hand of yours truly.

Life would be hard at times and it can’t be helped that I’ll have ugly, torn, dirty pages, a painful sight for the naked eye to see that no one would dare to read it again. But sometimes life would be very beautiful and these beautiful happenings will be written down in colorful and sparkling sheets of papers. It’s the things that I would never get tired of reading over and over again, having a happy family, being in love, having fun times with friends and so much more.

Yes, I am the kind of person that treasures all kinds of memories, people, objects, every single thing because who knows when will be the last time I will talk to my friends, they could be forgotten without me noticing. Being optimistic with the future and never forgetting to look back to all the things I’ve done in the past. That is me. A loving, caring friend, daughter and maybe a lover.