Stories about death makes me tear up so fast, even If I'm not related to those people. Its still difficult to digest whenever I get to realize that the dear people we have in our lives right now won't always be there for us...which may not be an active choice; It's just the way things go. Having said that, I further realized that perhaps, it's the notion of saying goodbye that I abhor. We could only do so mush as to cherish each moment we come in contact with other people's lives, may be it an acquaintance or an old pal.
In line with this, I'm going to give myself a chance to break it's silence...So it's been a while...
I've been doing great actually. Been living my life even better than how I have envisioned my life after you. but I won't deny...Yes, I still miss you at times...I still care. I still hope you're always sheltered whenever it's raining. I still hope you're smiling even under a cold night. I still hope you're well. I guess...I always will.
I wish I could tell you those things...I wish I could answer your message...I wish.
But. maybe...
Silence is my way of telling you...that you must live too. That you can do it too, on your own. That I support you, in your decision to move forward, to the life that you think suits you best. That I also wish you to have your own peace of mind...as part of my never ending care...for the man that I once cared for.
Even if it costs my own happiness.
There's no such thing as forever. One day, we'll all have to go. But I'll am very happy and contended that for once...we have touched each other's lives.
Move forward. Live. Smile.
In line with this, I'm going to give myself a chance to break it's silence...So it's been a while...
I've been doing great actually. Been living my life even better than how I have envisioned my life after you. but I won't deny...Yes, I still miss you at times...I still care. I still hope you're always sheltered whenever it's raining. I still hope you're smiling even under a cold night. I still hope you're well. I guess...I always will.
I wish I could tell you those things...I wish I could answer your message...I wish.
But. maybe...
Silence is my way of telling you...that you must live too. That you can do it too, on your own. That I support you, in your decision to move forward, to the life that you think suits you best. That I also wish you to have your own peace of mind...as part of my never ending care...for the man that I once cared for.
Even if it costs my own happiness.
There's no such thing as forever. One day, we'll all have to go. But I'll am very happy and contended that for once...we have touched each other's lives.
Move forward. Live. Smile.
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