Soft afternoon light hit his floor-to-ceiling windows and painted us with its warm embrace. “Do you promise not to walk away from me again?” I asked Gallan.
He touched his forehead to mine. “Only if you promise to never push me away again,” he answered.
I grinned. “Deal.”
He peppered soft kisses on my lips. “Perfect.”
And indeed, it was perfect; everything was fine. From the many trials and errors, I’d learned that if something was truly meant to be, then it would come to be, no matter the milestones and full stops. If someone was truly meant to be in your life, then they’d end up being in your damn life, no matter the misunderstandings. If you were meant to find happiness, then you bet your sweet ass you’d find it, no matter what others said or believed.
And I – I’d found it all in my rat-chasing, dirty-talking, baboon-nicknamed, and too-sexy-for-his-shirt boyfriend.
Gallan.
MyGallan.
Never doubt your worth; never tell yourself that you can’t do it. Because youcan. You can move fucking mountains with a heart as fierce as a knight, and a determination as strong as a diamond. No one is born great, but they learn to be it when life gives them the chance.
So, stand up, own who you are, and stay standing as you rock the world with your blinding light. Nothing is impossible, so why not give it a shot, right?
Right ;–)
