No one else. It was me who had to carry myself over the finish line, and all I needed to remember when I felt like not trying was that the feeling wouldn't last forever. Forever. I used to believe it didn't exist. One word had terrified me as a child and haunted me. But now I knew, in many small ways, that it was real, but it didn't scare me anymore. Forever wasn't the little girl cowering the closet. Forever wasn't the shadow sitting in the back of the class... Forever wasn't being the one who needed protection. Forever wasn't pain and grief. Forever wasn't a problem. Forever was my heartbeat and it was the hope tomorrow held. Forever was the glistening silver lining of the dark cloud, no matter how heavy and thick it was. Forever was knowing moments of weakness didn't equate to an eternity of them. Forever was knowing that I was strong... Forever was the fire-breathing dragon inside me that had shed fear like a snake shedding skin. Forever as simply a promise of more. Forever was a work in progress. And I couldn't wait for forever.
Jennifer Armentrout, The Problem With Forever












