You are not the one for me.

"You are not the one for me."

Gone are the what-ifs, the could-have-beens, the maybes, and the if-onlys. No more 11:11s, shooting stars, wishing wells, fallen eyelashes, and prayers. This time, I'm going to finally accept the truth I've been trying so hard to ignore.

You are not the one for me, and I wish it's that easy to change everything like how spells work with just one flick of a wand, or how the infinity stones do with just a snap of our fingers. You are not the one for me, yet for over a year, I was hoping you were. I was hoping you will one day realize I didn't leave at all; that I was stuck on that day we met; that my heart stayed with you even if my body was already 531 kilometers away; that if there was a cloud where our memories were saved, I was there browsing nonstop. You are not the one for me but I still don't know why your arms felt like home, why your whispers sounded like lullabies, why your kisses felt like salvation, and why your eyes shone the brightest that night.

You are not the one for me—this might be the hardest pill to swallow yet I have no choice but to shove it inside my mouth, hoping it would spread all over my body, up to the tiniest vein, where my love for you resides and our memories remain. You are not the one for me—I hope these words are painkillers or better be antibiotics.

You are not the one for me.
You are not the one for me.
You are not the one for me.
You are not the one for me.
You are not the one for me.

I wonder how many one whole sheet of papers do I have to fill?

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