I know it takes time to let go.
To stitch yourself up,
To mend and mould those pieces of yourself that you willingly gave to others.
But there are no regrets. It just takes time.
To let go, to recover from the past.

It was a pleasure to be a part of your life and now I have to let you go.

The soft spoken words shivered through my mouth ‘I let you go.’

But

‘hoping you wouldn't feel the same way like I do.’

I hope no one will leave you in the mid air,
I hope you will not doubt all the signals he sent to you.
I hope you will not sleep at night overthinking the what ifs that could possibly happen.
I hope your dreams will be pure dreams and that fear of losing him in reality won't come hunting you there.
I hope his past won't make you feel any envious because you can give him love.
Remember, you can give him love more than any other woman could.

And while the butterflies in your stomach make creepy sounds while he stares at you, I hope you will not remember my eyes the first time you fell in love with me.

And while you heart flutters because you make him laugh at the jokes you used to tell me, I hope you will not remember the smile I plastered on my face and how my cheeks becomes more rounded when you did all the little things to make me fall in love with you.

I hope he will choose you over and over again-the thing that you never did to me.

But if he won't, I hope you wouldn't feel the same way like I do.