Blooming thoughts.

Enough.

There was a letter that I wrote days after you left me with the silliest explanation.
I remember I wrote it because the pain was too much to handle at the time.
I never got the courage to send it, though I read it to the mirror too many times.
Always planning to say those words to you, every new day that came around.

There was the time when you sat next to me, exchanging glances everytime.
And now you sit on the opossite corner and it's like a parallel universe.
I knew you were too good to be true, I was more than a mess and you were not.
You were like the softest and roughest love mark left on a bruised skin.

There was a time where I couldn't stop writing words that talked about you.
But I woke up one day to find a girl I barely knew staring back in the mirror.
And I took steps, one by one, to reach a far away land without your ghost.
I saw you from a distance, always pulling my strings, but it was more than enough.