To my lovelorn lover,
You were someone I last expected to do what you just did. I have hardly yet forgiven you for it took me long enough to just forget about us, yet you had to attempt at patching the cracks. Now you’ve done it, I never did dismiss the feelings you left for me. And if I should be honest about it, I did miss those times. When a bee had tasted honey, it is possibly hard for it to ever want anything else. But I managed. I persevered and I won the battle. These were days I thanked the above for you. I thanked the fact that you’ve been in my life, bringing the sunshine and the pouring rain, and for setting me free. With you, I became a person who has loved, was loved, and learned how to love.
If it makes thing easier for me, I would have chosen to hate you. But hating is tiring. They said moving on from the first love is an uphill climb, and I am afraid they were right. But, knowing how distance set us apart and it was “out of sight, out of mind” I had little to no doubt in my mind that you were gone forever. Yet, fate has its cruel sense of humor. Perhaps fate has yet to discover the consequence of long lost pains and open wounds. The stings sent shocks of fear through my body, the rib cage closing in swiftly, and my heart pounded on my lungs, as though it was trying to remind me of my resolution. Child, we’re not going down that road again. Hear me or I’m going to pound some sense into you.”
When you decided to plant that kiss on a place you were no longer invited to, realize that you have made a grave mistake. I knew you too well, your eyes telling me things you fail to have noticed yourself. But, I speak on behalf of my poor heart. We were spent; now but a distant memory and an empty investment slot, long sold before it loses further into bankruptcy. Looking back now, you may have been the one who wanted me more. I am sorry for that. I really am. It hurts me to understand that, so I knew how hard it must have been for you.
Remember this: I had loved you. With this, I hope there's nothing left unsaid.
-Your past lover
You were someone I last expected to do what you just did. I have hardly yet forgiven you for it took me long enough to just forget about us, yet you had to attempt at patching the cracks. Now you’ve done it, I never did dismiss the feelings you left for me. And if I should be honest about it, I did miss those times. When a bee had tasted honey, it is possibly hard for it to ever want anything else. But I managed. I persevered and I won the battle. These were days I thanked the above for you. I thanked the fact that you’ve been in my life, bringing the sunshine and the pouring rain, and for setting me free. With you, I became a person who has loved, was loved, and learned how to love.
If it makes thing easier for me, I would have chosen to hate you. But hating is tiring. They said moving on from the first love is an uphill climb, and I am afraid they were right. But, knowing how distance set us apart and it was “out of sight, out of mind” I had little to no doubt in my mind that you were gone forever. Yet, fate has its cruel sense of humor. Perhaps fate has yet to discover the consequence of long lost pains and open wounds. The stings sent shocks of fear through my body, the rib cage closing in swiftly, and my heart pounded on my lungs, as though it was trying to remind me of my resolution. Child, we’re not going down that road again. Hear me or I’m going to pound some sense into you.”
When you decided to plant that kiss on a place you were no longer invited to, realize that you have made a grave mistake. I knew you too well, your eyes telling me things you fail to have noticed yourself. But, I speak on behalf of my poor heart. We were spent; now but a distant memory and an empty investment slot, long sold before it loses further into bankruptcy. Looking back now, you may have been the one who wanted me more. I am sorry for that. I really am. It hurts me to understand that, so I knew how hard it must have been for you.
Remember this: I had loved you. With this, I hope there's nothing left unsaid.
-Your past lover
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