All I ever wanted is to be happy, but each time I thought I am closer to happiness, something always happens that breaks me apart.
However, this time around... it was too much. It did not just broke my heart but it started to slowly kill me. It broke my very being, my individuality and my spirit. I can't sense any form of life within me.
Am I still even alive?
I waited and I prayed. I am hoping that one day God would take notice of all my sufferings and help me but as time goes by, I started to lose all hope. I even wondered if God existed at all.
How much longer am I going to keep wishing for things to happen and for miracles to occur in my life?
They say time heals all wounds, it gets better - it will get better. Something good is bound to happen sooner or later - just hope and pray for the best.
The clock is ticking and time keeps moving forward as it should and yet nothing is happening, but I still keep on wishing and I still keep on praying.
I continuously hope for a miracle to occur in my life.
Maybe, just maybe... I have not completely lost all hope. Maybe, I am just frustrated, but maybe I just can't let it all go and give it up.
How can I ever give up? It is something that made me truly happy. It gave me the kind of happiness that I never felt before.
Then, I ponder to ask myself and God yet again...
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Was that too much to ask?
