kraualbell

Every time I dive into something new, it feels like I'm constantly betrayed and then forced to keep letting go… Actually, after what happened last year, I've slowly come to understand a truth: what does persistence even matter? As long as you've truly liked and loved something, why ask for a result? From crying my heart out at the start, to bitterness and resentment, then to indifference, to seeing the things I once wrote for him and feeling sad and unworthy—thinking it was all a waste of effort. But looking back, the hurdle I thought I'd never get past—wasn't it eventually crossed as just another ordinary day? Even now, as I look back at the ruins of the city, I can honestly say: I built far more than was destroyed.