It doesnt matter what they think.
It doesnt matter what they call you.
It doesnt matter if theres already a big dent in your relationship.
Almost Bechtold
If it is what you want, nobody can make you not want it anymore.
Some people dont believe in chances at all.
Love is all about chance.
Almos Bechtold
I had the chance to know him and so I did.
That first time I saw him in the hallway staring at me; I started to choose him.
That first night we talked for hours about nothing and everything all at once; I chose him.
That first fight we had, I thought I might lose him right then; I chose him.
I kept choosing him over and over again after that.
Love is all about our choices.
Love is letting go when you have to.
Love is choosing anothers happiness even when it hurts.
Love is trying to smile away the pain because you know you just cant force things to be.
I had the chance to love him and so I did.
I loved him on our best days.
I loved him on our worst days.
And he loved me and it seemed like he was the only person who understand me.
Even when he stopped choosing me, until then its still him that I chose.
I chose his happiness.
I chose him when he didnt want me.
I chose him when I wasnt good enough to make him stay.
I chose him when all he ever wanted was for me to love myself more.
And I know this is bullshit, it is, but sometimes love has to leave.
Sometimes love is just there to help you realize your worth.
I had the chance to forget about him, but I couldnt.
He is the lesson I intend to keep close to my heart.
He was my beautiful mistake.
So that night he came back, fighting his way back into my life.
I already conditioned my heart to let him go.
But I still chose him and you may not understand this; I am not a saint.
I am not a martyr.
And most of all I am not stupid.
I had the chance to deny him my love, but I didnt.
Because I know exactly how it feels and believe me, losing him again is even worse.
The heart wants what it wants.
