never saw it coming

I was always so impressionable when it came to you.
I was like a blank piece of paper you could write yourself on, or the perfect little origami square that would fold to the will of your hands, twisting myself inside out to become whatever pleased you.
But now you’re gone and the words can’t be erased, the creases won’t come out and I feel torn up and thrown away… I am a paper crane with no wings, a poem with no ending… the discarded story you never cared to finish.
And that was where I made my mistake because I was not created for you; I was born to create something of myself and I am learning that you should never let somebody else become the main character in your story because when they leave, everything stops. I exist in this world to write my own story… to shape my own destiny.
It’s the unexpected plot twist I never saw coming – it’s not all about you… my life is about me. So I’ll gather my torn and tattered pieces and become something new… The past can’t be erased and I will never be a blank slate again, but I’m beginning to see that as a good thing because for better or worse my past has shaped me… it has made me who I am.
You will always be the pivotal character in a chapter of my life that hurt to close, but it made way for something beautiful because where it goes from here is up to me… I may have been your impressionable piece of paper once, but now I hold the pen…
and I’m writing my own happy ending
—  Ranata Suzuki | The end is not yet written
How long?
  • Molly: *glances over at Sherlock silently working* Sherlock?
  • Sherlock: Mm?
  • Molly: Remember when you said I'd always counted and you'd always trusted me?
  • Sherlock: *looks up, suddenly interested* Yes.
  • Molly: Well, when you said "always" what did you mean by that?
  • Sherlock: *gaze shifts in confusion* I meant always. How was that not clear.
  • Molly: Yeah but, I mean, from when exactly? How long did it take you to feel that way?
  • Sherlock: *gazes at her silently for a long moment*
  • Molly: *rapidly becoming self conscious*
  • Sherlock: Do you remember the day we met?
  • Molly: Yeah of course.
  • Sherlock: Ok...that day. *goes back to his microscope*
  • Molly: *unsure* That day? That very day? You mean it didn't take you any-
  • Sherlock: *looks over again* It took me no time to see that I could trust you and you'd be someone who would matter to me. Certainly not minutes, and barely seconds. No time at all. When I said always...I meant it.