I think what it means to love someone is to accept the fact that someday you're bound to loose them. I loved you because I knew one day I'd loose you. I loved you not with forever but with all I was. What it means to love someone to is to cherish the fleeting. I did not love you forever, nor will I ever. Because that's not what it is to love. Love is to plunge head first into the depths of uncertainty. I did love you. Truly and wholeheartedly. I loved you with the present of the past. I loved you because deep down I understood love is as fickle and as mortal as my flesh and bones. People don't love because they have and expect forever; we love because we know we have neither.
This was a short story inspired by mental health from the perspective of someone who's struggled with mental health their whole life. I wanted this story to implicitly reflect the ways I felt at times. I hope this story reaches an audience of those who have at times, felt the same darkness inside themselves, those who will understand. And I hope, to those same people, that they realize just how much they mean to the people around them. As someone with poor mental health, and with various friends and family members who struggle the same i genuinely couldn't imagine what I'd do in life if the people I love most were to cut their own lives short. And to everyone struggling I hope you'll grow to love both yourself and life even when it gets hard. Because this story is for all of you like that. This story wasn't meant to be dark but to encourage healing, and bring light to a real world scenario through fictional means. We all have someone we love and desire to see thrive and I hope you know, to someone in earth, you are that person. You are the person someone wishes to see smile more than anything in the world. So please, if not for your own sake, for theirs, gather the courage and strength to keep on living. Because you are precious. Just as the main character of this story, Valeria, was precious to many people but was too blind to see it, you are too. You're precious, beautiful and amazing and this world would be struck with a gaping whole that could never be filled if it were met with your premature loss. Think of all the mundane joys you'd find yourself missing, unable to enjoy. Like music, hugs, your favorite foods or a nice cold drink on a hot day and use those mundane things to inspire yourself to keep living. And if you need help remember there's always people and resources for you to talk to and reach out too. You have family, close friends, if you're a student you also have teachers, staff and principals, you may have a therapist and if you just desire to let it all out to a stranger the suicide hotline is always open and do not be afraid to reach out in your time of need. And if you so desire, I do not mind if you decide to spill your guts and rant to the various strangers and myself on this post and we will all try our very best to support you and give you strength. Have a wonderful and courageous day/night/evening/afternoon.