An Open Letter to (I’m sorry; I don’t know how to call you)

I never believed in love at first sight until I met you. You were so beautiful. I can’t help but stare and fill my imagination with you and me creating and fulfilling our dreams together; with you and me being together for the longest time possible.

I met you September last year. We dated for a few months before we finally got together. — fast forward —

Every thing’s going smooth, great and fine ‘till a socially insecure bitch got in our way. She has exhausted all her resources just to break us apart. I thought we’re strong but we weren’t. Or we’re just not meant to be.

Every morning since the day we finally decided to bid goodbye is a sad morning filled with excruciating pain. Falling asleep was never a problem. I guess I got better in executing a perfect somnolent detachment. The thing is I always see you upon waking up. Memories keep on coming back. It’s as if I’m dreaming while I’m half awake. It’s a lucid dream. Every thing is a replay. Every thing feels so real. Every thing feels so painful. I am trying so hard to stop the flashbacks but I’m too weak.

But I cannot stay this way. Life doesn’t end there. It must go on. I know it’s easier said than done but I am moving on. I don’t know how long it will take me to totally remove you from my system but I know I can do it. I must. Thanks for the memories.

Ending my letter with a positive note — good things fall apart so better things could come together.


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