For the girl he left,
Sweetheart, you're not the damage from the past.
Think yourself as a meteorite.
You might be a piece of rock metal
that has fallen to the ground from outer space,
but you're still beautiful and breathe taking.
I can see your pellucid tears no matter
how convincing your smile is.
You bring laughter at daylight, but during midnight,
I know how you helplessly drown yourself to the pain he left.
I can't clearly say if you're broken or mad for what he did,
but these words are for you.
The weight of pain he left might be really damaging
but I want you to thank him.
Thank him not for the memory,
not for the feeling he gave,
not for the joy he let you experience.
Thank him for not choosing you.
Thank him for breaking you.
Don't even bother to thank him for coming on your life.
Thank him for leaving.
I want you to realize that the key to moving on
is not forgetting the memory,
but accepting it and feel the pain.
In this case, you won't bleed again on the wrong people.
And the key to healing is to love yourself.
Remember, as long as you don't lose yourself,
everything will be fine.
Everyone may leave,
everyone may hurt you,
but not everyone matters.
Someday when you become someone's first choice
and when that someone came,
you'll be able to understand why "you and him" didn't work out.
You will be able to stop asking "why?"
If you're not the one he wanted, let it be.
Someone will bump on you someday.
The one who can finally love you the way you deserved.
The one who's contented and willing to stay.
