Untold Truth.

a (apology) letter.

to,
the sun.

hi!
how are you up there, pal?
listen up, this isn't an apology letter but sure, it sounds like one of them.

first of all during the writing of this letter, i kinda evaluated myself and realized what kind of friend am i.
oh dear, i'm not even good enough to be called as friend for you.

i'm sorry i couldn't accompany your body to your last home.
i'm sorry for not being there while you were suffering so much.
i'm sorry i'd rather spent hours in my bedroom convinced myself that you still here.
i'm sorry i couldn't even face the reality since we faced it together.

you once said, "perhaps out of the pity, you'll always love me."
no, bestfriend. its not because i felt pity for your condition.
it's because all the time we spent together, figured things about our life.
it's because the 3 am mindless conversation.
the secret i've shared with you, the joke we've laughed at.

it wasn't the cancer that taken you away from me.
it was time decided that we didn't belong.

i was a taker,
you were and still are a giver.
you've given me so much reason to stay alive,
you've taught me how to be strong.
i was walking through disaster until you came along.
too much chaos in my world but you've became the calm.

i'm so sorry i couldn't payback all these things you've done to me.
i'm so sorry i couldn't stop put the blame on me because i wasn't there through your super hard times.

will miss and love you as always.

yours truly,
the moon.