Running will be there 7am while he’s on his work shift. The hills and trails will be there when there are no arms to comfort you. The clouds will gaze down upon your most glorious moments when no soul is there to witness them. The trees will never utter anything about your messy braid, no makeup or sweaty shirt. Only love what can love you back unconditionally.
We all become stories. Some are short stories. Some are epic novels. There are sad stories and happy ones. There are tales of romances and tragedies. Some that make you feel every emotion at once. But each one is different. Because everyone lives a different life. And that’s good, because you wouldn’t want all stories to be the same. That’s why I believe you should be completely and utterly yourself. Because no one will ever have the same story as you. So you might as well embrace the uniqueness of your own.
Anywhere can be paradise as long as you have the will to live. After all, you are alive, so you will always have the chance to be happy. As long as the Sun, the Earth and the Moon exist, everything will be alright.