“I know we didn’t end up well. I know there were honest words out of anger that finally delve into our skins, enough to make us both agree to end us. It drove us totally apart from each other. Since that day, we became strangers. We pretended like we didn’t know each other. I have nights when I regretted it, there were times when I was holding myself back so I could save that little dignity that I was left of. There were also moments when I hated the day I met you for the first time. My mind was never fixed when it comes to you. But now, the long silence was so loud that we knew it just the end of everything. And that’s when I realized our love was not just about bad days. For once, you were the best of me. I just wanted to thank you for you’ve been there with me when I had no one to run to. I wanted to thank you for at least, making me happy.
That last night left us nothing but wounds and deep remorse that forgiveness was just too expensive that none of us can afford. But still, I wanted to thank you for giving me good mornings and good nights where I felt like I mattered or I was remembered.
I never totally crossed you out from my memories. You’re still here, you still hold that solemn place in me it's just that, I can't stay there too long. Maybe it was just it —some of the best beginnings always result in bad endings.
The kind of ending that made us too terrified to start again with someone else.”
