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It’s been a month and fifteen days since your truth hit me.
I guess my life is starting to recover now after those weeks of endless nights.
Storms rages on my mind, waves crushed my heart. I know, I was naïve. I was weak.
But all those mistakes are turning my life into something new.
Or it’s just me that is thinking everything was new.
Every words from my past has been reviewed, every lines from my book.
Every phrase from those papers.
They seemed not so flat at all.
Faded inks tells me how everything was so true back then.
Every blot explained what I use to be when I was with her.
Soft words, faithful prayers was embodied by those innocent letters.
Every line was a smile.
Somehow, it was me and her back then.
I must accept the fact that you should really be jealous of her.
I must have dropped myself along the way with you.
Fears and insecurities turned me into something I was not.
Failures plagued us as we progress.
I settled for less.
Those moments was made for us to realize that things are held by hands.
That maturity is tested by patience and perseverance.
And knowledge is known by understanding the unknown.
Pain is inevitable at this point onwards.
As I restore what I was, what I am and what I will be.
I’ll try to smile.
I won’t forget everything, I will never forget.
Someday, I will face you. When our ghost no longer haunts me.
And as I burn the bridge I crossed, I will keep every memories in my hand.
Coz’ it would not be me if I have thrown them away.
This is my Truth.
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