TO the very reason why I decided to write my heart out, thank you.
If it weren't for you and the unfortunate thing that happened to what we were then, I don't think I'd realize how everyone deserves to love and be loved—no matter the circumstances were and will be.
I was so stupid, you know.
I caged myself. I tried to distance myself from anyone I knew would try talking me sense. You were the only sanity I needed. I told you that once. You were my cure. Yet you were the death that was slowing creeping unto me. You could have been my finality.
I even tried to just shut myself off in my room—miserable and not wanting to wake up the next day—and drown in the thoughts of you.
Of us.
Of the happy us, actually.
Of the times we were still together. Dreaming. Sitting right next to each other. Hands clasped. Talking endlessly.
You were my air. You sustained me. You were my life.
BUT you know what? You were worth them all. The tears. The lonely nights. The pain. The sorrow. The heartbreak. The near-giving-up.
I always knew I was a fool. You knew, too, that I was. But you said I wasn't and I won't be for anyone.
And I believed in you. Because you were the strength I needed, so I believed you. I was so much a fool for you.
Good thing's that, it's never gonna happen again. So, again, thank you. The parting made me see clearly a lot of things that were a blur before.
BECAUSE someone made me come to my senses. My saving grace. A brave heart who decided to pick up a broken piece—a crap at that—and tried to make it whole again.
And that person did make the shattered me intact, again.
I may not be new. I am old and ragged and a piece of something that's not even gonna sell someone a buck. But I am an old and ragged and a piece of something that's not even gonna sell someone a buck learnt and unkempt man who's never gonna let go of the hand that saved me.
