Cobra Hissposting
#CobraHissposting11
You.
I had stopped doing things I am passionate about for quite a while just because it all ever reminded me of you; it is crazy to think that those things I've loved even before you came— have become the things I associated with your existence.
Poetry. Sketching. Playing online games. Even being around school every day, I stopped doing it so I wouldn't have to try so hard for our paths to not cross with so little space to hide from. I have every right to hate you, to dislike you and how you treated me, fed me with uncertainties about the future, but in the end, I can't. I just cannot.
Why? Because if somebody asked if I have ever truly gave myself to someone, I would answer you. You are the living proof of me— my heart, and you don't even know that you already have the half of me. But if they asked if “us” even happened, or existed, I wouldn't be able to utter a single word because ‘we’ only existed in my world. And not yours.
I was truly yours even when you weren't sure of your feelings, of yourself. I was only ever yours, and not the others.
The world is never kind towards me as it sent you to me. You became the person I fear, the person I wish I wouldn't meet again. You became someone that made me pray to the skies above, hoping I would not have to experience all that confusions again. But oh God, you were so good to me. And I hate it because of that, I can never hate you or dislike you. Sure, I get frustrated remembering everything but I don't hate you. If I can, I would've done it a long time ago.
Now I'm finally going back to the things I love doing that were once associated with you. I guess this is me saying I've come to fully accept everything— this is me saying I am finally able to say it proudly and honestly that I'm going to let you go now. For real this time.
Live a happy life being true to yourself and how you feel. Thank you for treating me with such kindness and gratitude, please be happy for yourself.
:)