if there is one thing that is beautiful,
but at the same time painful;
vast, and empty,
but is full of colors,
it is probably that one thing:

it is the eyes of the girl who cried
not knowing the stories behind.

in choosing paths,
i only have pain as option
pain of holding on, crying til we ruin ourselves
or
pain of letting go, crying as i live without you

guess i chose the latter

i probably still love you by that time
or i'll probably love you for a long time
it's going to be so hard to move on
or it might be impossible to move on

but i'm slowly accepting that;
i'm slowly accepting those facts
from the day i let you go

you changed my life,
I couldn't imagine a life without you,
yet here I am,
preparing myself for a life without you.

I don't want you to be another almost,
but I'll see it as one of the could have beens.
If you're going to be another almost,
I'll just thank you for coming into my life.

I won't forget you.

if it's us, there would be no end
pauses maybe, but we'll still be together til the end