I kind of realized this, only by now, but better late than never, right?
We fought the biggest, the hardest and most serious battles. We shared those painful tears, absolute failures and cheesy dramas, yet, they weren't enough to have us through the end. What I kind of realized now, is that no matter how big your battles were, no matter how much you two believed and swore to the stars that you would never be in any other person's arms, if it's not meant to be, it isn't.
I used to think that I can create my own destiny. I used to imagine countless destinies and plan so much for my life. I intently forget that my life is borrowed. Everything I sort of own, is not mine. Our futures, they are planned. No matter how much we tend to believed in those movies telling us that we create are own destinies, well, fact check, we aren't in movies, and there are certain paths made for us.
I would want him to stay, but if he wasn't on His plans for me, then I expect nothing more from him. Maybe we were meant, meant to cross but we were also meant to continue our paths after crossing with each other. If kept each other even if it didn't work anymore, then we were holding ourselves of greater lives.
There is no happiness without experiencing sorrow beforehand. There are no mighty swords wielded without them passing through a whole lot of shit.
Face the people you cross. Mourn. Grieve. Cry the whole day. Start on moving on. Accept this fact. Continue. Repeat.
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Random Open Letters to Random People
RandomThis would contain open letters to random people whom I have came across with and you might probably too. Ex-boyfriends, fake friends, and a lot more. Writing these random letters would allow me to express and share my feelings towards general peop...
