Letter to YOU... and GOD.
Ps: read carefully...
Once upon a time i thought that was easy to meet your so called soulmate. But the more we grow up..
fact told all of us, it isnt as easy as it seems. Its hard as hell.
Its like you let yourself talking to the wall.. let your eyes dry itself knowing that the wall has never ever talking back.
Like how idiot you are. Like you can’t even think youre smart enough to think about it.
Thats what i know about being absolutely head underfeet, upside down.
When everything seems far from perfect, at first you got it so call perfectly comfortable perfect but you surely had to left it instead of let it ran by fate,
by something better off that way, by something you surely knew you couldn’t ever got it back but you gotta leave,
by something you have been crying for years, by something everyone says their understanding when they trully aren’t.
What is it God? Life is a choice, I know. But do I look like taking choice which will hurting myself after all?
God I’m never tired of praying, but I’m tired of crying. I’m tired of dying. I’m tired of looking.
As a good song said “is true love just once in a lifetime?” then is that true love is the both parties would feel the same way,
Or is it just one side who will always being suffer? God...... this pain is just too real.
I’m exactly trying to show you that i’m though and rough, but years can prove you well, I can’t.
I can’t keep pretending. God.. I wanna get over it. I really want. But everytime I’m trying, life fails me.
Dear first love who’s I bet you know you’re the one and you had said it too (even you may dont feel it anymore)...
you did. You absolutely did. You win my heart out of the guys i’ve been fall in love with. Remember like... i’ve been attached to you for 4 years.
That’s when I said high school had a real story. One of the biggest story is about you... and you... and always you.
The 1st grade i fell in love with you, 2nd grade the feeling went strong and fate let us knew how beautiful faithful it was, 3th grade I can’t stop cried for you.
When graduated I feel like the one who always pretend I can let you be with someone else. I tried, I’m trying to find another you, there isn’t.. there isn’t everywhere.
Especially not that someone like you, but someone who I can feel for you, and someone who prove me right “I am more-than-special, to you.”
I’m sorry it was not a dumped.. everyone knows. Its because I know you’ll be happy without me, you’ll be happy with your own life.
And I prove you right : ‘) I’m glad you are. So I did.. I did.. I win to make you happy with my choice.
But I can’t... I can’t stop....
Yours sincerely,
Your so called first love
