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I cant never bring you to understand my perspective and my view.

It's been so long since I let my feelings wander to another soul. My doubtful action move along to your words. Such sweetness swelling up in my ribcage. And yet, I don't wish to bring down my cowl. I wonder, what would it be like if our roles are reversed. Do I dare to take the bait? Don't keep me in the left side of your chest. I'm meant to be elsewhere.

Don’t we all have that 3am thoughts in some nights? Where our brain would set it self to overdrive, even we can’t stop it. We would ponder in the mysteries of life and secrecy of death. The deeper meaning to nothing and everything. Projecting our past heartbreaks and trauma. Smothering our faces into our blankets and pillows. Finding the gaps of where things went wrong and figuring out what should’ve been done to fill up that space. Then we have memories and experiences of bliss and laughter. We would smirk like a silly child and even let out a few giggles. When things get too much for us to handle, we condemned ourselves and label our thoughts as over thinking. And we brood and cry ourselves to sleep. Why deny when we can accept? Think deeper, hum louder. You might actually find something.

May came by to remind me of my broken heart. This was where I let my freedom and myself be apart. Confessed my love, with our hearts in bits and shards. Anxiety and nervousness played a part. We became the stellar and the moon. For each other's sake, we became a Boon. We challenged the world what others couldn't. By the night we rest, we dreamed and swoon. The terrible climax, we raged like fire and hurricane and the storm. We counted our sacrifices and demanded to be returned in spade. Gratitude degraded into unspeakable heresy. We shed our tears and soul as we part our path. And in this wild tundra, I began again. Not with anyone else but only myself. I searched for love but i found none out there. Truth be told, i began to despair. In my lowest low and the darkest night. I realized I am still alive. With the dimmest hint, I rise again. Begin anew, I journeyed to gain. You are my story i can never forget. You were my romantic novel. A beautiful beginning but with a sorrowful end. The final chapter were nearly illiterate. Marks of tears and weakened words. You are the bookmark that will always set on this date. An undeniable past, I've learned to forgive. A lesson so harsh, I graduated with honors. Goodbye dearest May. Till we meet again.