To the person/people I got attached to.

To the person or people that I got attached to.

To the ones who left and ones who will eventually leave.

I get attached to a person easily.

And that's a problem. Always.

I don't have that much of friends and when I do talk to some stranger and start to open myself up to you, it was me being brave. Trust me when I say I risked too much to do that. That before I actually opened up myself to you, I've undergone too many decision makings and what if's. It is too much for me to take and too much for me to give.

On the start, I will tell you lies or carefully choose proper words to say without exposing myself too much. And there's where your part roll, you'll talk to me more and shower me words proving that I could trust you and that you'll be there with me no matter what. You'll treat me special, or so I know, you'll compliment me everytime and encage me into the world you wanted me to see.

And then I'll believe you. Because yes, I am fragile and that I seek attention, love and care. And that the things you've showed me was actually the ones that I needed the most. I got lost into your dimension without foreseeing the possible ending of the decision I made.

And when it goes down further, I'll slowly let you see some parts of me, things that I don't usually say to other people or even my known friends. Please note that when I do, I'm actually exposing my soul to you and it will never be covered again and make you forget how my soul looked like. I'll start to tell how I feel about the simplest things, tell you all the trouble and the happiness I've felt within each minute of a day. I'll send you my craziest pictures, the one that should be placed on recycle bins but I trust you enough to see. I put my trust on you with every words I say, with everything that I do - because I know this time you knew me enough to not judge me. And that your words are enough for me to trust you.

Let me tell you that I love you.

I know that love was too much of a profound thing and that it should not be said that easy. But the moment you entered into my life was the moment that I already love you. You are cherished, trusted and kept deep in my heart. Also, by knowinng your worth for me please know the impact you've caused on my heart the moment you left or leave. You'll create a hole, an absence that will never be refilled by anyone and that the space will always be there, maybe waiting for you to come back or just there, just a hole to remember that someone was once there.

I get easily attached. I know, it was my problem to fix but this was also me, trying to explain myself why I created or probably create such a drama when you have decided to exit my boring life just because you wanted to without even waving goodbye to me.

You have left me with nothing again. I have shared and exposed too much to pull down the sleeves again. I don't want that, I don't want my used parts anymore. I'll start with nothing on my skin again, I'll have to collect dusts and pieces to build another me. I'll have to fill my pockets and stitch a thicker dress for my soul that will not be worn out so easily when someone come and rub gentle hands again.

But thank you. Thank you for all the memories and the bliss I've felt when you came into my life thus the wreckage you've caused for me to learn my lesson. You will not be forgotten, you'll always be here inside me piled with the other names of people who have left me too. For when time comes, when the right man arrives, I'll introduce you to him along the other names and let him decide if he wanted to be next in line or be the man who'll make my heart and soul whole again.