When you were here

When you were here

When you were here

LTME postOkay, today is one of the days I cry alone in my room thinking about you. I know it’s kind of weird but I can’t help it haha. I remember you were right there waiting for me, singing your favorite songs, messing with my cat and the like. You know, I started new relationship and that helped me quite a lot to get over you.

But our memories are so sharp that they penetrate my heart deeply and cut it into several pieces. In my imagination, I try to grab those pieces so that they cannot scatter around but it’s really hard. Just like when we get wound we cover it with our hands, it seems helpful for making the pain pass me by but doesn’t really work.

But it doesn’t mean that I wanna go back to you. I can talk about you to people without feeling anything. I’m.. just having hard time handling lots of details of the memories we had made. The sharpest memory is the moment we said goodbye and you walked into the airplane. I tried not to miss every move you made because I thought it will be the last time I can see you physically and it became true. I couldn’t leave the spot for a long time and cried so hard not caring other people.

Yeah, even until now, I can cry in 30 seconds anytime, just by thinking about a little part of a detail. Better than an actress, huh? As I said before, I am not going to go back to you in any future days because there’s nothing I can do for our relationship anymore. Do you know what I mean?

It’s weird that I’m writing this letter.. You had written several letters for me but I didn’t write a single letter during our relationship. Oh… this makes me cry again. I’m never going to show this letter to you though.

Anyway, thank you so much for making our precious memories and experiences together and letting me feel a true love. I don’t want to ruin memories about you and our relationship. And I really hope you to start another true love and I will.

Sayonara, take care.


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