An open letter to someone who makes me realize that love expires,
I have just woken up from my long sleep unconsciously reminiscing our days. It was indeed a beautiful disaster. I have smiled a few times, and I somehow felt a longing to hug you. Weird but that's how I felt. I can still clearly remember those days of our past. Days when you wore a pink shirt cause it's my favorite, though it doesn't fit you. When you walk some miles just to get some tools for my group project. Those heart fluttering days when we met under the bridge just to see each other. I don't really remember dates, but it felt just like yesterday. Thank you for all the good things we've shared, for typing those differentials and integral equations through SMS cause I'm stuck between numbers, in waiting for me whenever we have some seminars or field works in the middle of your review for midterms, for granting my every pinky wish, though it looks gay on you—those pink brackets the first time you wore those braces—for spoiling me with foods, and most especially for loving me though it didn't last. The day we let go of each other I questioned your love. I even came to a point when I have asked myself, “Did he really loved me?” I think now I can answer that long asked question. “We have loved each other, but that love doesn't last”.
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