Meeting you was an unexpected twist. It was slow, gentle, and tender. It made me cherish those slow and lazy days, feeling the comfort and warmth you gave. Meeting your soul mended my broken soul and my grieving heart.
Meeting you twice seemed like love was simple, and loving you was a lot simpler than loving myself.
It was comforting to have you in my life; knowing you was a breath of fresh air I never thought I would leave someday.
Indeed, to love someone means having the guts to say goodbye and being selfless enough to let them go. But it suffocates me. Why does being selfless suffocate you? This is not charity. I want you only by myself. I want to be in your arms, pinching your tummy and making you feel loved. I ought to let you know that your insecurities are not your flaws but are something lovable.
I wanted to know you, and I want to know you still. But it was tough because I did not know myself enough. I did not know how to love myself, so I stumbled and struggled to love you the way you wanted.
Finally, I dared to let you go. It was terrifying. I do not want to leave you behind. Leaving you was like attending a funeral for who we could have been. A thousand funerals to fully understand that maybe our souls were only meant to meet but are not meant to know each other for eternity.
To you, please be happy. See you when I see you. Puhon!
