My love,
I don't quite understand this. It's been a while since I have left things in the hands of God because I believe that he will take adequate care of them. After all, they deserve to be treated well. They are our treasures, a key to the chambers of our hearts. A life full of igniting sentiments and emotions that I buried for you.
It's raining, I can hear the droplets dripping one by one, and I could still see us together in my crowded cloudy earth. It's euphoric, to feel and sense your love, but it's never too old to feel cherished again, right? Asked "of never getting that answered" question.
A part of me feels fine to let you go, but a part of me doesn't because my dearest God wanted me to believe in my prayers and supplications, but what have I done? I betrayed Him and escaped the battlefield for the sake of your love and happiness. I betrayed the one who created me. I shouldn't have done that. Maybe, it wasn't supposed to go like that, but still, I can inhale the good times and exhale out all the unwanted miseries and anxious uncertainties because I know someone better is taking decent care of me. Someone in the seventh heaven. Someone who is all-knowing and all-seeing.
Giving up on you was the hardest decision I could have ever made against my heart. It was not in my hands and not my call, love because my cloudy planet was routing on what God has mapped your destination. My unsettled and unsure heart was just imprudently following you, not knowing where it will lead my strings, but I headed anyway. If I was allowed, I would stop the hours and minutes, and I will etch them onto my memory so I can recall them in the same way that when I close my eyes, I see your celestial face.
But, here I am, all left in the dusk; confined in the gloom with your scent all over the air.
Anyhow, It was better than stabbing myself back to where I had nothing. Even this very tiny drop of liquid swears on my faith.
Oh, dear rain, do bear witness of my filled-up eyelids topping up with griefs and remorses as I write this down to you, and I vouch to you, It was true, just like you.
Dropped off my pen, and wrapped up my diary in the magic hour.
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