A pat on your shoulder is never enough to acknowledge how much you endured all this time. I am happy to leave a fragment of myself who has experienced so much about life yet still clueless at how it really works. Because that's just how it really is, we can not learn everything at once.
I am contented that when I will look back at you, I would be reminded of the things you've accomplished and how you break through your vulnerability and came out as someone stronger.
I can never put into words all the things that I want you to remember but know that, once I emerge and move on to a new year, I will always remember you, my 19-year-old self, the end of my teenage years.
To be honest, I still have a lot of worries. I want to be with you for as long as I can or just until I am confident enough to do things on my own but that's only possible if time stops, but it can't and never will.
So, this is how far you'll go. In a few hours, I'll have to bid you my goodbye. So long, my teenage years. I'll be better, that's a promise.
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Beautiful Chaos
De TodoA myriad of thoughts spiraling down to the tip of my fingertips, edging me to write. Scribbled words, familiar scenes, feelings almost forgotten, now written here.
