Every love story deserves to be read, even if it’s messy.

I just finished a book that’s brought me back to life. Ironic, my choice of words considering my book was exactly about that.. holding on to the will to live, a tragedy that brought two people together.. bringing each other back to life with love, patience and forgiveness.

If I’m being honest, I want to talk about this book with someone.. I want to ramble about the way I felt the character’s pain; I want to talk about the way I cried and how I’m still in tears over their well deserved ‘happily every after’. Because, they deserved it. God, did they deserve it..

But I also want to talk about the way it hit close home.. I too find myself being a captive in my own personal basement of tragedies sometimes.

I want to talk about the way I cried for these two fictional characters that went through so much.. and how every step of the way I was rooting for them to be happy.

This book.. this book was tragically beautiful and will forever be carried in my heart. This book touched me.

It reminded me that there’s no love without sacrifice and no one can heal us but ourselves.

Perhaps, that’s exactly why I loved it so much…

Because I too am a beautiful tragedy.

I too find myself in shackles, going back to my basement full of torment and pain.. And I think it’s about time I free myself.

I need to stop waiting for someone to come heal me when it should be me doing the healing.

Although, if there is something I wish for someone to save me from, it’s complacency..