Chapter 1 - Me
I hope for love, and for happiness. But the sad truth is that for most, this is inevitably doubtful.
The average human speaks around seven thousand words a day, and yet somehow, I, a capable young woman, can't acquire the words to help discover love and happiness. I wonder why this is.
Why do I feel as if there is only one thing in this world that gives me the tiniest amount of happiness? The runner's high. Running for miles in an exasperating attempt to feel something. To feel happy. Sprinting to the finish, breathing heavily at the end. And then that's just it. It's the end.
No more euphoria. No more love. Just nothingness. A deep pit filled with anger and sadness, and once that is gone there is nothing. This was the weight I carried on my shoulders. The imminent fact that I would always feel empty inside. That I would always feel nothing.
Until I met you.
