letters-to-me

[letters-to-me]

One thing I realize from individuals who fell out of love is that sometimes they kept chasing this euphoria that they felt when they 'fell in love'. While in reality— you can't. You only fall in love once.

Sometimes they forgot that true love lies behind sustaining it. That's the actual meaning of 'loving' something.

I don't love my silly novels or shows by doing nothing? I made artworks, create fanworks. I connect with people who share the same liking, I write fanfictions, I hype up new content, I DO SOMETHING.

To love is to sustain it. It's not a feeling to be chased, you don't chase it, honey. You do it.

[letters-to-me]

You told me that home is whenever you are with me, so take off your coat and hang it, please, you are home. Take a seat and I'll make you a cup of tea. Put down that armor and rest your sword. You are not at war— you are with me.

[letters-to-me]

To a what once was

[4:23 PM] I'm plainly disappointed. You are a 'was' and a 'were'. I grieve for what could've been from your friendship with others and with mine. I cannot believe I'm writing about a friend in the past tense. [4:29 PM] I'm a forgiving person. I'm not born capable to harbor hate, for any unplanned or planned ill-intended comments I've washed under the tides, but I weep for how you treated others. They are my friends too, if they're hurt so am I. I grieve for what could have been, and if back to strangers we be so be it then. [5:04 PM] But don't mistake my softer emotions as any less than other's fury. I simply decided to embrace the whole truth that you have failed us terribly and still acknowledge that you have been once loved. They were hurt by your actions and by the betrayal because at one point you meant so much for them; and me too. [5:09 PM] I believe that this sort of behavior do not stem from your bones. Something along the way of growing up— this was instilled in a way that you think that this was the right thing to do.

One day you will make peace with it, and make amends for what and whoever have been hurt by it, but I will let you know that neither me nor any others would be there to witness that.

Sail on. May the seas be gentle for your boat, Stranger.

[letters-to-me]

I don't… burn bridges down. But I do left them, and they will crumble on their own. The hinges will rust and the supports will rot. Nature will see to reclaim it but I won't be there. Just knowing they will is enough. I don't burn them, I feel like they deserve to be left because I once was happy traversing it. I'm not anymore, but I know I was.