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Maybe we feel the same way, but we show it differently. It doesn’t mean that I love you less; it just means I love you in a way that is different from yours.

TC

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10 December 2018

Dear Rahel,

"It was almost serendipitous how friendship starts. It was unexpected, I’m sure for both of us. We are different, but equally similar. We give each other what we need in life without knowing, and this is why this friendship works seamlessly. There is an inexplicable kind of bliss in the metamorphosis of friend from stranger. And I will never understand the reverse. There could have been better ways for us to meet, but this was possibly the most amazing and hilarious way that we could have."  

You, my soul sister. I am forever indebted and grateful.  ♥️

Love you forever.

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A Perfect Scar

He was a perfect scar

He hides, I hide

Heart explodes like a breaking jar

But some prefer to hide

On the night when I last saw him

Not knowing it was the last

Though I will never forget him

A regret still pains  heart , remembering it was the past

I thought it was just a nightmare, I thought it wasn’t real

Yet pain still hurts and that’s how I can feel

 Memories haunting back, and so do the tears

Lamenting why he disappears

Still, aching in corners

When I trusted him, not to break heart further

But he did! and let me wonders

Heart was screaming and smarting as it’s soaked in the salty water

It wasn’t with knives,

Nor with a sword or saws

He rends a heart into a sliver of glass

Which he has stolen last summers

His words slap my heart hard ‘till dark

Crumble down piece by piece to shout out loud

Topple heart into the darkest park

Drown into the sea, over the grey cloud

Rain drops fall, pushing those feelings flow

Cannot do such a thing, but to stay strong

Let the winds blow

How could this be wrong?

Heart screams into every vein

Paralyzing and begging

To be angry with the pain

And could do nothing but wondering

I thought he was a star

Gently led into the bright

But now, he was only a scar

Gone with far, and led me to turn off the light

Now the love was only night

Fading and darker, no one can ever see

Like a dreary light

Only God and me who may see

He was the only my perfect scar

That bruises in red

That I will bury in a closed jar

To be forgotten and scared

I’ll take time to escape from the pains

 ‘cause of a heart that he ripped

On a game that he wins

I said, “I’ll take time to be healed”