I won’t forget how it all started with a dream. Or maybe it was a gift that started it all. I was too young to understand what it truly meant, but being the simple kid that I was, it was enough to make me happy.
At that moment, I had no idea that the same person could bring me joy and despair, when I didn’t even know him. It’s funny to think how a person I haven’t even met can be considered an important part of my life. I don’t even want to admit it, but he’s one of the reasons why I’ve become like this.
I want to achieve things and be successful in what I do. I want to show him that I’m smart and capable. That I grew up just fine without him. That my family and I don’t need him.
I want him to regret leaving us for another woman.
I want to meet him, and make him feel sorry for the rest of his life.
That’s my dream.
