Let me tell you all a story..

It all begins the day you discover this new place. A place where you can share your passion with people; something you really burn for. You are shy at first, not sure how people will greet you – but you encourage yourself to join. And as you do, you are welcomed by all sorts of great compliments and nice people. This encourages you more to keep on doing what you are doing – to share your passion with the rest of the people at this place. And you befriend some of them, very closely. Especially one, who from the start tells you that you are talented. To this person, you're famous, you're potential, and you're amazing. You're not the person's favorite, and you know that – you don't want to be the favorite. It's not your intention. You just at some point want to keep this person satisfied and proud of you. In other words: This person becomes a major part of the whole reason why you keep on doing what you burn for, even though many things get in the way. Like your health – your biggest weakness. Things are going well for you most of the time, despite all these things happening in your life, and suddenly, you reach the ultimate goal, and your passion has gained much attention from so many different people all over the world.

Yet, something is missing. The person you write for isn't there to witness it. But it's okay, because you know that the person is busy. But still, between all the new attention you get, you feel like there's sort of an empty spot. In reality, you had wanted the special one to be the first to see it, because through all this time, this person always has been there to tell you that it will happen some day. You want the person to feel proud of you.

Time pass way too fast for you, and before you know it, you are kicked out of your own house to attend a boarding school, only to be home in weekends. You don't have much time for your passion anymore. But still, you really try to work hard to keep all these people that came with the ultimate goal happy, and also that special someone. But it's so damn tough. It feels like a large pressure has been put on your shoulder from both sides; your school and your passion. And on top of that, your biggest encourager, this special person, doesn't mind you anymore. You're not as precious to the person as you were before, and you're not this “famous” and “amazing” friend. Other people have taken over that – but it's okay. You don't want to be the favorite, it's not what you aim for. You just want the person to be proud.

Then something happens one day. You just worked on your passion – updated it and made hundreds of people happy. They give you overwhelming compliments, making you feel so damn nice about what you do. But soon, you realize something. Between all these compliments and row of nice words, there's one thing missing.

That special someone.

The person left you, after all that, leaving you with a lonely and empty feeling inside. Your inspiration and the reason why you want to write is gone; after you reached your goal, and after you had imagined that this person would be proud of you the most. You don't know what to do – what is there to do, anyway? You have over a thousand people following you. And you love them all, and you're so thankful that they are willing to read your stories; your passion. But at the same time..

The one you wanted to write the most for is gone.

And you just feel useless now.

A failure.

And that is not okay.

..It's okay even if it hurts..

And no, my lovelies, none of you need to say anything. It's my own fault, and I realize that. I'm not angry at anybody but myself. And yes, I'm fine. I have great friends around me - how can't I be? ♥