Dear you.

I was too confident.
After every love songs that you played for me, every sweet gestures, and every affection that you did to me,
I thought you won’t leave.

The happy moments that we shared, all the adventures, and sweet little things really cannot guarantee things will go well— or end well for us.

As hard it is for me to let you go, I will never wish bad things upon you. Let the past become a memory that I will always be longing for. Let me grieve in silence, until I become numb, and eventually wont feel a thing.

As for you, take a good care of yourself.
Eat that fried chicken that you always like.
Listen to that one song that you said reminding you of life.
Speak for whatever you believe in, cause you’re a speaker.
Do the little things that makes you happy, but be true to your heart.

Things are definitely hard for me, especially to watch you from afar.
But it's okay. I'll be fine. The pain is a reminder that I'm alive.
I will learn to walk again. Step by step. Slowly, but surely.