My love, how are you? It's been a bushel of nights and days we spent without a piece of us. I keep telling myself why I'm so into you? Why I let myself fall for you? Even the most genuine books of life can't reflect on my said statement. Indeed, love is a mystery that remain unanswered. I saw your reactions in every break up status in random pages. I knew you're still working on the said process of stepping onwards. I'm sincerely sorry for letting you slipped. I'm no wonder woman to strengthen my own insecurities. Love can't save everything; that's what I had learned. I still love you but I'm starting to let go. I saw her comments and reactions in your rantings. I knew everything I've sacrificed worth your true happiness. She's the right one for you. Imagine, how strong she is flirting and pursuing you at the peak of knowing, you're already my world? She's no whore. She's just a typical girl who values her wants no matter how stiff it takes, and I guessed, you're both lucky for having each other in the main future. It'll be a good show seeing your smiles while she's taking what's mine.
Your lost love
BINABASA MO ANG
HER HIDDEN WORDS
PoetryThis electronic distributed words appertains to unaccompanied emprise of a godsend daughter with her melodramatic memoir.
