I've realized that endings can be as beautiful as the sunset descending from the sky and ends in a full bloom called night.
I've realized the thought of us kissing underneath the stars and gleamed night. All of the nights that we both shared has been finally disappearing from our sight.
We both knew that all of these moments will turn into core memories, with us being illuminated and will soon fade away into the deepest trenches of darkness.
For we both knew that our love will soon fade and our relationship won't work.
But all of these things have soon turn into a faded memory. For you not to get clouded up on your mind.
Writing the last note of this book made me realize that it's time for me. I know that it's hard for me to let go from the drippings of the past.
To be able to let go and slip away, learn not to look back from the past.
Go to a place where you feel secured and call it as your own sanctuary of happiness.
As I'm writing the last leg of this book, may you find your own happiness and cherish it.
Don't look back. Run away if you can. Learn to escape the bittersweet realms of reality and just begin writing your own fairytale.
Until then, see you on the flip side. Don't do anything stupid to yourself.
If you ever happen to cross and stumble upon this book, read it. After reading it, you can either throw it somewhere or just burn the pages, along with our memories.
Cut the ribbon that once tied us together and let go.
If you ever happened to buy a bouquet of dozen roses, just simply pluck out the petals.
Burn the memories of us. For our romantic bond that once bind us together are only made up of cut-out dreams and glimpses of us.
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INDIGO
Short Story"A pain that was created with chaos, filled within the shades of purple and blue - ceased by you." DATE STARTED: OCTOBER 20,2024 DATE ENDED: NOVEMBER 3,2024
