I doubt I knew myself either.
Name: Theodule Gillenormand
Biggest Dream: To never regret.
Greatest Fear: Losing myself, losing those who I love.
What Makes You Laugh: Favohrite’s enthusiasm, Grantaire’s dry, cheesy humour. When we’re all together and there’s a party, and we’re all drunk and everything breaks into chaos.
What Makes You Mad: Selfishness, I fear…
What Makes You Cry: At the moment? Absolutely everything. But that’s alright, it doesn’t feel wrong. It feels free.
Your Best Trait: I’m not a hypocrite.
Your Worst Trait: I mess with people’s lives and never apologise. I’m working on it.
Ever Been In Love?: Yes. Yes, yes, yes!
Are You Happy Right Now?: Yes..
You think you used to be naive and immature and that you’ve grown up, but then time passes and you look back and realise that you’ve been just as naive and immature when you thought those terms lay in he past. Time will fleet again and I will look back and think the same again. We always grow, and with every second we breathe and every word we say, we change the world and change ourselves.
I used to dream of being true, and fear of being never truly loved. The truth was what led and guided my life, but then I lied and saw that the difficulty doesn’t lie withing finding someone who loves you, but knowing how to love them back. What makes me mad is me myself. I used to say that I am selfless, now I struggle fighting my own selfishness. I am flawed, from bone to skin, from hair to feet, I’m flawed, like any other human being. I hurt the ones I love, and received love from people I hurt. I fought my friends and befriended my enemies. I left my family to make a new one. And all that brought me to doubts, and tears, and smiles and laughters and … love. And maybe I’m not as loud and mindless anymore, but that for the same reason I used to be loud; I am with those I love. And yes, people change, but my best trait didn’t change, I just came to the realisation that it might never have been my best trait.
The only thing that ever really changes is how we see ourselves, and maybe we should simply not forget that, when we fill forms such as this. So that now I can take my love and help it live. So that I can now escape to America without name, without past or without future, with nothing but my love and the moment I’m in.