LUAR BUMI

twenty nine

A LETTER FOR MY FIRST HEARTBREAK.

     I'm writing this as I am letting you go. I'm writing this with my eyes wide open; facing everything that has ever happened to me—to us. And no, I'm writing this because I just need to. Not because I want you back.

     I have never loved anyone else but you. You came and you changed me in ways I could never imagine and a lot of me has gone and missing and I know I will never be the same person again.
But, hey, at least you shaped me into this new soul and I'm thankful for that. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you for teaching me how cruel love can be yet it is so addictive for me.

     It's been a year since I decided to cut the connection between us, isn't it? It's been a year. How crazy is that? It's been a year since I let myself breathe and it's been a year since my heart got broken for the first time and thanks to you, moron, because now, your face haunts me in every people I met causing me to push people away because I just don't want to get hurt again.

     It's been a year and I'm writing this hoping this will be the last page of hundreds of writings I have ever wrote about you. Look, you beautiful human being, I really wish you the best. I really wish happiness is already with you—even though you did me dirty but I believe you have your angelic heart—burried deep in your heart and you, of course deserve all the good in this world, my friend.

So, this is it. I guess, it's a good-bye, or a see-you-later letter. I don't know. But I hope you will read this.

Enjoy. Or maybe, not.

I don't know.

Sincerely,

Your friend.

— Luar Bumi