When did I stop fighting for the things I want out of life?
When did the fight leave me?
When did I start to allow my life to pass me by?
When did I start believing that I did not deserve or could not have what I truly desire?
The moment I began compromising my soul to have you.
The moment I stopped respecting myself in order to respect you.
The moment when having you, being with you became more important than me.
Than my self-respect.
Than my life.
From this moment forward, I choose me.
I choose life.
I choose to give.
I choose to live.
I choose to fight.