All my luggages are packed, I’m about to go to that small town. All of a sudden, the memories of you flashed back in my dream last night. It brings back to the memories when I learned how to scream at the top of my lungs, when the freedom came to me, when I found you.
It was enchanting to meet you, really. You made me realize how I’ve been waiting in vain for the past 2 years. You made me realize that all that I did lately was sitting down, and waiting for nothing. In the middle of my chaos, there was you. Giving a new hope in every single morning I woke up. Making me learn how to appreciate things. You taught me how to appreciate the rainbow, after cursing the rain. It’s just like loving again after experiencing the pain.
But then again, whoever said that love lasts forever was totally drunk. Yea, I know forever is a biggest lie. All we have is just between hello and goodbye. The storm came in, and tried to ruined us. And our hands were way too small to handle it.
And here I am, just making up my mind. To go back to that same old small town, remembering us, and finally allow myself to let you go.
Letting go is not easy, I know. But at least once you taught me how to, didn’t you? ;)