Chapter 55
Late night confessions : Andre Rousseau
What does it truly mean to love someone? To love another?
There was a time in my life I thought I didn't have a need of this kind of this feelings. There was a time I had known the meaning behind it, that I knew the answer: It meant that I would care of someone else better than myself and that I wanted her happy, all smiling, all brightening… And most importantly, that we would live together.
It wouldn't be much to wish for. It was a simple dream. There was once she told me the key to realizing what you seek for is working hard for it. Her dreams were normal like any other girl; having so much money and a good position. My dreams were bigger than that; I wanted to achieve what my father couldn't, I wanted to show my mother that she wasn't wrong in believing in me. I know her. My mother is that kind of person that always says the opposite what she things.