Erica_Blair

When a girl falls inlove, there are two choices to make. Either to fight for it or to let go. But how can one truly measure true love? When you let go? or when you fight for it? 

It is a modern day dilemna. As for Anne? Which shall she choose when Vance gives out mixed up actions?

If we are meant to be

The severity of the single decision made spread throughout the vast majority of the universe determining the outcome of the future. Imagine meeting, almost meeting your soulmate but failed to do so because you chose to turn to the left instead of turning to the right.


Or failing to meet your true love cause you rushed in and consumed by a love that wasn't yours from the start.


Right now I am at the crossroad where every traffic light is turned on.


The green which signals me to go on. To move forward and be at a chase.


The yellow which ought to tell me to proceed with caution for there may be many setbacks to be encountered when chasing for love.


And then there is the red one. Compelling me to stop. The hope. The wait. The love. The dream. The imagination. My everything. 


Would you turn off the red one for me? That I may continue the journey into your life.  You knew perfectly how far I can go for you and all that I ask is for you to turn off the red. And I will go, I will walk to you. Run to you. To reach you.


But don't worry, even if you are not going to turn off the red one, I will close my eyes and proceed, no matter how dangerous it would be, the road to you is the most fulfilling road for me to travel to.


Chapter VIII Traffic Light