For all of the feelings I refuse to deny, and all of the memories I refuse to forget.
“How can I be darker these days when I get plenty of lights always? The more I hide, the more the light shines.”
“Why the light has so much ego ya? Lol.”
“Because the light need the darkness more than the darkness needs the light. Without darkness, what's the purpose of light? Even no point of having one.”
“So be the light :)”
“So I can feed my ego? :)”
“So you will be starve of the darkness and get stronger. :)”
“Some people will do anything, being flexible and adaptable towards everything, just to survive and get what they want.
The difference between me and them is; I always get what I want. And I know that precisely.
The only thing that matters to me then, was
The day I that leave you, won't likely be the day when I hate you or mad at you. Instead, it will be the day when I love you the most and decide that I'm not capable of feeling it anymore.
It will be the day that I feel enough of missing you. Enough of being someone
Sometimes you have given your all, yet your all is less than what is needed. Sometimes love isn't the answer to everything. And sometimes reality knocked down all the definitions of how love should be.
It has always been the water, the one that brings me back to myself.
That feeling, when you let the water drown your whole body, and when all you could hear are the silence and your own heartbeats.
When you just float with no
But you have to let me love you a little less, my love.
For too much love will kill me, yet you won't let me die. For too much love will change me into someone I don't like. For too much love will make me expect the impossible.
“And then you... You gave me what I need. Perfectly. The way you see the world, the way you handle me and my weirdness, the way you care and love me. You put them on the right amount for me. You made me feel very much and you are loudly here. The attraction was
When I took a deep breath and closed my eyes to ignore the people and noises, just to feel the silence.
When I could feel the holes in my heart and how heavy they feel, yet able to appreciate the feeling and smile sincerely.
When I feel the feeling that can't be named or described, and be thankful to be able to feel it.
When I think of you.
Goodbye is not always about leaving each other, and leaving is never about being gone physically.
Sometimes it was only a matter of time and moments that were supposed to strengthen the bond, yet slipped away. Once it slipped away, the feeling dies slightly. Little by little, time to time.
And slowly it was killed by us; all the things that we ever wanted, all the precious feelings and moments that we ever wished for, yet we let them slipped away.
A Goodbye.
I am not your world, and don't make me one.
Because love was not supposed to be the only one reason and was never meant to be only one. Life is much bigger than love and you are much bigger than life.
Let us be together because we choose to and never because we have to. Let the past be