its been awhile, that I've penned down something about you. I guess, this is what moving on means. to stop thinking about the person at all, to stop writing things about them, to stop, just, just stop it. stop the cycle of hurt and cry for once and just end it. its been quite a while, that I've seen your face, I don't even remember each freckle on your face now, I do remember the look in your eyes every time I got you chocolates, but those memories have started to fade away.
thinking about you, does not make me cry anymore. to catch the bus of acceptance in the crowd of my mixed emotions, I dropped my self love for you. but when I couldn't reach you, I realised, I know its hard to put into words, but I realised, you never really loved me. when you love someone, you'd never put them in a position to be so hurt, to be so broken, and you well, we both know what you did.
seasons of depression come, lasts for awhile, and then they leave. but the surreal feeling of going through the same feeling of despair doesn't scare me anymore. I love you, I always will. You can't "unlove" someone, you will always have a requisite place in my heart, though you were the one who shattered it, but let's not forget, you made me realise you don't always need another soul to find comfort. now, I can say that I am blessed with combinations of flesh and bones who really adore my imperfections.
I felt alone, but with you i felt, I felt loved. I felt important. I felt special. but now, when you're not around me, when you've cut me out of your life, I feel important and loved by many. you were my weakness, my strength as well. those chocolates that I gave you, I gave every piece of my heart with them. but little did you knew.
your loss, not mine. you lost someone who loved you, I lost someone who didn't.
I don't miss you now, my dear ex-bestfriend. here is the final end to your chapter.