Wrong Person, Write Love.

Prose 039

"And someday, I hope you'd be able smile again like the way you used to

whenever you see even the slightest hint of the vermillion hue of the sunset,

or feel the faintest cold of the rain drop which seemed just like mist

that was a little too heavy to remain in the atmosphere.

I hope you'd be able to look at things the same optimistic way you did before,

like how your eyes sparkle everytime you listen to a new story

regardless if the plot really interest you

or it's just that the characters' name are like of the ones you personally knew

I hope you can love now people and things

without having the paranoia of never being enough,

or the fear of being too overwhelming

I hope you'd be loved again without having to deal with regret because of the things both of you never fought for

or having to never get to sleep thinking of the things you're not quite sure how you'd let go

Darling, I really hope you'd be genuinely happy and proud of yourself and everything you can offer—

even though you're not yet completely, but even just healed enough to survive

from the burns and scars that I, life, and hope has caused you.

But if someday, you just can't find the same happiness from the things you do

neither from the people around you,

just look within, or look around

maybe in the deep meaningful lyrics of a song from a new musician you've always wanted to be

or the rash yet careful mural in a public place you've always admired

or from the gentle tap on your shoulder by a stranger,

Maybe—

and I hope,

you'd find another reason

to continue

and start living on again."

- Aries Writes