I've said it before. I'm not the smartest, nor I had all the excellent qualities of a person.
I'm decisive, though. It was either good or bad depends on the situation.
But now that I thought about it, I could not help but wonder. Why haven't I had decided about living?
I've been very decisive about my death. Deep down, I had embraced a good or tragic ending.
I've been decisive about death and love… but never life.
Has anyone felt it? That they're merely existing and not completely living? Because that's how I see myself.
Even when Sam came into my life, there's always a part of me that would give up life if I deemed it necessary. Just like how I ended up in this darkness, I just gave up my life for him.
Not that I needed recognition or appreciation. I'd give my life to him if he needed it. No questions asked.
But… would Sam ask me such a favor?
