Losing people forever seems to make me forget to love myself.
When the sky splits open, and the sun comes out, I just didn’t feel the warmth of sunshine anymore.
When the birds chirped to greet me every morning, somehow my ears still felt quiet.
When I walked through the night, somehow the darkness always felt thick and close, like it was familiar.
I can swim, but i’m still drowning in the sea of my own sorrow.
I always bring an umbrella when its raining, but i’m still getting wet of my own tears.
Then comes the moment when we realize, is it the right way to respond when things don’t go our way?
Do we realize when we are left behind, that there is still a possibility to meet again at another time?
Do we realize that when we let go, then we will get something that can replace this heavy sadness?
If I am given the opportunity to live again as a new person, I still want to be me now.
If I am given the chance to be happy forever, I still want to feel the pain of being let down.
Because no matter what our future hold, there’s always a spot for the ones that we longing for.
