I used to say that I’m busy, that I always had to get back home before 10, that I can’t stay over because my parents wouldn’t allow me to, that we should even hide our love because they just simply won’t approve us together. You know what? Fuck that. I should’ve been braver, should’ve stood up for myself and just didn’t follow such stupid rules. Now I’m free. Free to express myself, to set my own goals and rules, to make my own decisions. Free to build my own life the way I want to, not the way somebody else wants me to. Now I have time, I’m free to pull all-nighters, to sleep over, to go and have some fun. But there’s one problem. I don’t have you anymore, and I’ll probably regret for the rest of my life not doing all that way before.














