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I’ve always wanted to bring you to an amusement park not because I’m a fan of those breathtaking rides, people who are in their fancy costumes, the never ending performances, those exciting games where you can win different prizes, nor the fireworks that light up the skies at night. I always thought of bringing you here because I would love to spend more time with you and be with you the entire day. 

I would love to be with you in a long walk while trying to figure out where to fall in line for a ride. I would love to hold your hands in public to show them how proud I am to have you. I would love to wait in a long line while getting to know you more. I would love to take care of you by giving what you want and what you need. I would love to sit right next to you on the rides where you’re scared at, to let you feel safe in my arms. I would love to watch the fireworks with you and ride the most romantic ride, the wheel of fate.

We had a chance to be together the last time, but it didn’t end up the way I planned it. We never had a chance to be together, just the two of us, holding each others hand, being clingy and all those sweet little gestures we used to do because eyes were all on us – because we’re not together anymore, because I hurt you. You as you, me as me. Not together, just two individuals trying to be happy and enjoying the moment. 

Days have passed and I am still crying over those hurtful words you utter, like bullets coming from behind, hitting me once in a while.

Body is shaking after waking up in the morning, knowing that no one is around to keep me calm and safe back in your arms.

Nightmare keeps on haunting me in my sleep every now and then, realizing my heart is beating fast as if I drank too much coffee.

She stopped because she wanted to stop crying every night, thinking about all the things she did and did not do when you were still together.

She stopped because she needed to stop herself from falling apart further. Before you knew her, she was broken. She’s been through a lot of pain and circumstances wherein all she did was cry because she was hurting. She lost herself even before then, so she needed to stop at this point because slowly, she’s fading away.

You know what, we are living in two different worlds. I prefer movies, you preferred books. I prefer speaking, you preferred writing. I prefer listening to musics, you preferred creating it. I am part of the audience, you’re part of the performers. I prefer to show my anger, you preferred to be silent.

You rather stay on a coffee shop alone with a laptop or notebook on hand, rather than going out with friends. You record yourself while singing. Your hot beverage needs to be lukewarm or cold before you drink it. You love small notes, hidden into your things rather than a phone call. You love art, poetry, and music. You have a tumblr account. You love balloons and letters. You have OCD. You’re somehow weird.

I never thought I’d love someone like you. You’re a complete opposite of me. Thank you for all of the adjusments. Thank you for knowing and accepting our differences. I love you, and I’m really glad to call you mine. I know this love is difficult, but I know this is real. Thank you for staying, I promise you’ll never regret it. I’m looking forward to create new memories with you. I love you, Babe.