you put me through so much love, I would not bear the thought of you throwing me out in the open and forcing me to face and feel struggles I never requested for, but you eventually did. I recall a little phrase I once heard that goes with the amount of love you feel towards someone will be the amount of pain you will feel tomorrow and I cannot help but feel no guilt about any feeling I felt with you. The bliss in pain never felt so satisfying until you came across me in life. How is it that even when there is this blank in between us, thrill keeps filling the void and keeps dragging me back towards you. How is it that even when you show me your inferior flaws I still keep reminding you the story of when we first fell in love and how all these flaws are adventurous chapters to our novel. Even when you show me all your layers of twisted that’s within you.. I become so devoted to anything dim that suits the shade of gloom that layers you. You see, all that tenderness I sensed towards you never really faded away but and if only buts weren't existent in this case you did fling me to another side that was no where close to your presence, and you used my weakness of not being capable of leaving your side no matter what circumstances could do to us. You put me on a journey of mental state that not even myself could speak of. Although it hurts to turn back to pages of pain. I only learnt that the amount of suffer I felt was the amount affection I held, and I hope when you fall for the next you would so call Love of my life that would be the journey that I am writing you about.