There are those days when my words were caged within the hands of waiting.
They've been held captive for so long, where even my mouth considered them foreign.
Together with my mind unconsciously lost all of their meanings.
And the only naive heart of mine? It's the one part of me embraced their shards with full of understanding.

Your effort are not as bad as you think.
Those tears aren't sign of being weak or vulnerable.
You are kind and precious.
If ever you find people still hurt you quite way off from what you've thought they never do — Always to choose the path of forgiving
It doesn't mean that you are too easy to be discarded.
Instead, you are strong enough to tell them how you value their time,
How you care for their sake,
And how you treat them in a way they deserve to be.

It isn't your mistake to love.
It is always their choice to receive your love or hurt you in pieces.

I'm not a good poet, writer, nor journalist. Am also no person who loves English movies.
I am a soul who've gone through such pain that no one could ever imagine.
I'm not the one you thought to be someone.
I'm just a product of a love that never worked out.
The love that was broken.
A love that somehow never been reciprocated.
And the love that was left alone, sailing within the vast ocean of undying regrets. That's who I am.

You see our world as evil as it is today.
You might catch some glimpse of hell as what you say.
Yet, there are these things you need to consider as we both stay.
I know things are getting rough some times.
But you need not to forget to cling towards the word and the idea of happiness no matter what.
Because it is how both of us are wired to be.
All of us are worth saving.
So you are.

Remember this, you have all the reasons to dwell on every corner of my heart.

Writing is the simplest vessel and gift from up above that we can use for us to let go of pain and somehow make the brokenness bearable.

Whatever it takes. Every thing maybe at stake. Your words were never been a mistake. Take your time. Little by little. Breathe. And in the end you will be okay.