The Original Fake Audrey.

Two years ago:

I stood naïve, curious, and unanswered with no proposal of what the word love was. No wonder I was so blissful… I hadn’t experienced a true friendship and I barely spoke period. I was deprived of many things but since I had no fact of what I was missing out on, I didn’t mind. My legs and heart were unscarred, and untouched. The swing didn’t even make an unsettling squeak noise it just swung me back and forth as I smiled joyfully, with strength to push myself forward. The flowers smelled exceptionally delightful, I would just frolic through them.

One year ago:

I became aggravated by the detail that things that I had, I had lost. I did experience love and friendship but also experienced the dark side of such joy. I started to build enough knowledge to see that consequences that come with beautiful things and feelings. I became suddenly depressed and all things seemed to bother me. I heard and viewed detail more closely. I became to realize how cold and ignorant people could be. But never could I see huge challenges and demons to come my way and place such evil sins into my mind. My legs became scarred and this picture became nothing but a lost page in my story…I got angry and the next year came……

This year:

I woke up from a nightmare that had lasted a year. I stood up and glanced at a person who I did not recognize. What was all this talk of cutting or suicide? When life was all but a gift. The page wasn’t lost; it was ripped out, to never be seen again. I would no longer be a selfish human being, I am better than that. I am embarrassed to see who I used to be! But what happens when you’ve experienced love in such a profound level. You’ve found real friends who treat you more than just a speck of dirt. You were everything to somebody and beneficial in someone’s life. Suddenly you realize, for the first time…you’ve actually lived your life. You were someone and meant something to another. You have the dreadful and excellent to reflect on. I still hadn’t gone back to swinging for joy or frolicking to smell something that now symbolized farewell. But I was superior. But there was no longer a swing or a flower. Your final goodbye was your next stop…

Finale of the concluding solute to love:

I had cried every time the image of him came to my mind. Every time I imagined talking to my friends and being around them all again at once. It wasn’t possible….but here it was. The last moment…I stayed with tears in my eyes. Too many transformations of mine and nothing but thank you to say to the people who changed me for the best and forever. I held my love in my arms once more as tears leaked from my face. There couldn’t have been love without hate. There couldn’t have a truce without a fight. There couldn’t have been a me without a him. The sun will always shine when I think of the field, because this night I had a dream. The nightmares suddenly stopped and in the dream, he did show up… he held me when I was crying for him, when I swung he pushed me to go further, and when I reached for the flower he put that hope in my hands….Thank you! Thanks from me three years ago; I needed all of this…..