IndartiKarinadewi
1,299 days.
I loved you through the mistakes,
the broken promises,
and all the tomorrows that never came.
I forgave you more times than I should have,
because I loved you so much
that somewhere along the way,
I forgot I was supposed to love myself too.
I don't hate you.
I never will.
I will always cherish what we had,
but I would be lying if I said
you never left wounds behind.
So after 1,299 days,
I finally chose myself.
Maybe this is goodbye.
Or maybe, if fate still has our names written together,
we'll find each other again
in another life,
when love no longer asks us to lose ourselves.
1,299 days of loving you.
And finally, learning to love me.