I tried writing letters for someone else but it doesn't feel the same way I wrote about you.

I guess a piece of you still lingers in the tip of my pen.

People always told me that if there's an epitome of a green flag person — that would be me. Because I have love someone the way they wanted to be love.

However, even if I'm the greenest flag as to some might say. There will always be that one thing I can never be — him.

I tried re-reading the chapters that has you in it, trying to find some loopholes. But at some point, I realized — I can re-read my favorite book but I can never change the ending.

I've been holding on far too long and I'm finally releasing my grip.

I do believe that you can never really unlove someone whom you've thought of a future with.

I have learned not to ruin my world while loving yours.

I always write prose and poems about my wounds and the shattered, but never have I truly realized the pieces that was intact. The strength it took to hold even when there's nothing to hold.

I hope I have touched your life, the way you touched mine.

I used to love the rain, the freeing way it touches my skin, never leaving any inch of my body untouched. Though, the more I love it the more it made me sick, made me weak and unable to get out of bed. I used to love the rain yet here I am holding an umbrella, covering me from the thing I used to love. I used to love the rain but this time, I will love you with caution.

Funny how my dream always has you written all over it. And I can never escape it.

And if forever may never exist, then I'll promise to love you until death sucks the life out of me.

Desperately pleading these walls to reconstruct themselves to stop me from losing everything I once built — myself.

A peaceful life is the hardest one to attain.

Once in my life, I want to experience being wanted. I wonder how that would feel, knowing your person wants to spend all this mundane time with you.

I put magic into words, you put soul into my work.

When life isn't worth living, we wished to die without actually trying to create the life we want to have. We always try to find the easy route.

A part of her is hidden in every piece I've written, but a part of me was missing. The emptiness I've felt deepens when you utter the words, "I'm leaving". And that's when I realized I'd lost something worthwhile. Again. Because I've been staring at the wrong direction all this time.