One day you'll read today's worries the way you read your old diaries with compassion for the person who was trying so hard.

The dreams that once kept you awake are now the life you quietly live. The fears that once felt permanent became chapters with page numbers.

Keep collecting chapters, not because every one will be beautiful, but because every one will teach the next version of you how to keep going.

Well, you are not the one I ask forgiveness from.

I AM the one who gives you one, for every wound you marred on my skin, for every blasphemy your tongue poisoned me, for every joke on how you want to ride someone as your pleasure tool, for every occasion you put an effort to make love of someone caused with lust; but you named it as "love"—and that was the lie.

No one owes you a "sorry".

You do owe everyone a "sorry" and a change of that childish attitude.

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memoir: "A ship and an ex, stories end with an axe"

The first one was happy. She was living how she wanted. She wore the clothes she wanted. She was beautiful and kind and proud. She wanted me to follow in her footsteps. She comforted me and made me feel hope.