TO THE ONE WHO LEFT ME
To the one who left me in the midst of the pouring rain,
I want to say that I am still grateful for having me this kind of affliction and for being one of the reason why I'm a better person now; for being the concrete proof why I had already known my worth.
You made me feel that fate brought us here together and yes, we collide on each other's galaxies not to form our own universe but just to be a dust particle; crestfallen and a form of nonentity.
And now I'm throwing away all those nostalgic memories—forgiving you for all of the things you've caused me as how I forgive myself for letting you foray all throughout my senses.
All of those verdicts might bring desolation to me, but I won't let anything and anyone again to make me feel that I am just a piece of trash.
Seeing myself fragmented is such a devastation, but starting now, I will cherish the brokenness and embrace all of my flaws, and I am going to love myself more than I am going to love someone as I did before.
After all these melancholic scenes, I will yield all verses of my chapters, pick myself up, and that will be the time that I'm going to understand why there are some people who are not meant to stay, and will just leave us along the way.
