The lucky one

 I find it peculiar how people always seem to make their sweet escape by saying they’re still looking for something, that there’s something missing. There will always be some truth to it amidst the white lies, the pain and pleasure. In search of some kind of meaning in their lives, greener pastures, happiness, sadness, love and for some they may even call it fate. Yet no matter how hard they try the more they get lost in the nothingness, tangled in the web of confusion and aimlessly floating in the void. The irony of it all kills the very soul in every one of us little by little making it a slow and painful death. Still, no matter how cruel the turn of events may seem and how ugly things may turn out there will always be a brighter day to look forward to. To those who have loved and lost, I can never truly say I understand or console you by saying I know how you feel but for what it’s worth you will find better days again. It’s easier said than done really but just knowing there are still people who care will help in ways bigger than you may think. As for me, my pages may be writing aimlessly at the moment as I wander across the miles but I can definitely say nothing and no one can ever come between us. Surely emotions will come to play but I will never hurt as long as I’ve got you dearest. You can thank the stars all you want but I’ll always be the lucky one…