The story told before its time... a story of me

What do you do with a story that you knew was told too early? Or with a feeling you know was too intense for the time at which it was felt?

Maybe you think about it and spend the next few years reliving it, over and over in your mind or heart until it hurts… or maybe you put it away as far out of reach as you can, and try your hardest to move on with the life you’ve made and chosen for yourself.

Different people live their lives differently and different people make different choices. This doesn’t mean either is right or wrong. Maybe it means the timing is bad.

It also doesn't mean the story has been erased or any less important than it was all those years before.

My choice has always been to chase until there is nothing left. I chase until I eventually tear down anything that was once built up so high. I chase because it is what I believe and everything I feel within my soul. I would never leave if I were to not be left. I would stay for as long as the world would have me.

The world knows this and I think that’s the exact reason it ends up spitting me out. Or again… perhaps it’s down to bad timing.

I’ve been intense for as long as I can remember. My story was told too early, my intensity too much, my feelings too deep… what a disappointment.