[An update after 2 years. I stopped writing at some point because I felt like it was not working for me, writing only reminds me of her so I stopped and worked on stuffs to keep myself busy and caught up. Until I was ready to open-up to other people about my pain in the past, I was braver to write again and continue this memoir, I will keep addressing these letters, or poems to her but I do not hope for her to read this.]
I don't think much of it now
I have gone on with my life, as I knew you would
But I revisit my memory of yours every once in a while
2 years ago you were a part of my life and had made your impact
We were much younger than we thought we were, but it didn't feel like it
All I had to do was step back to realize that I was in complete bubble of love, blinded by feelings and emotions
I had made decisions from the past that I never really thought more than twice
But I do not blame myself for being a terrible person with no sense of absolute direction while I was in pain and hurting
It was a part of my 18 year-old version's growth
And while writing this, I couldn't be more proud of what I had overcome.
YOU ARE READING
These Poems Are For You
PoetryIf you ever find this book, you'd know it was about you, but I wrote it for me.
