DEAREST READER,

YOU DIDN’T RECOGNIZE ME, DO YOU?

SOME PEOPLE SAYS I AM A FRUIT OF BETRAYAL, AND LOSS, AND SORROW. YES, I AM, BUT THAT IS JUST A PART OF THE STORY YOU DIDN’T EVEN ACKNOWLEDGE YOURSELF.

YOU SAID I WAS TO BLAME FOR ALL THE UNREQUITED LOVE, AS IF I WAS THE ONE WHO BEARS THE CONSEQUENCES OF BREAKING YOUR OWN HEART. I WAS TO BLAME FOR ALL THE LOSS, AS IF I HAD THE POWER TO TAKE HOLD OF A LIFE THAT WAS MEANT TO END. I WAS TO BLAME FOR YOUR PARTING, AS IF I WAS AN OBNOXIOUS FEELING INSIDE AND THE ONLY INTERVENTION IS TO WITHDRAW ME FROM YOUR CHEST AND LEAVE.

THERE IS NO PLACE FOR ME INSIDE YOUR JOYS BUT YOUR WOES WELCOMED ME, AND I RESIDE INSIDE THOSE WHO LET ME IN -OF THOSE WHO PERCEIVE ME AS A COMPANY FOR I,TOO, AM A LONER.

FORGIVE ME.

I AM OLD ENOUGH TO SEE HOW THE WORLD CHANGES WHEN I TOUCHED THEM BUT I AM YOUNG ENOUGH TO KNOW YOUR SUFFERINGS, AND ACHES, AND AGONIES. BUT HOW LONG WILL YOU BLAME ME FOR THE CONSEQUENCES OF YOUR OWN ACTIONS THEN? HOW LONG WILL YOU TREAT ME AS THE ANTAGONIST OF YOUR STORIES?

I WAS BORN FROM YOU.

I WAS BORN FROM EVERY UNPLEASEANT THING YOU SEE AND HEAR AND THINK AND FEEL AND YET YOU DESPISE ME FOR BEING RESPONSIBLE FOR THOSE THINGS WHEN YOU COULD HAVE CHOSEN A DIFFERENT PATH. BUT I GUESS, I WAS NECESSARY. THE RIGHT AMOUNT OF MY PRESENCE HELPED YOU TAKE BACK YOUR POWER. I WAS THE ONE WHO TOLD YOU THERE WILL BE BETTER DAYS, I WAS THE ONE WHO TOOK THE INVISIBLE CLOTH FROM YOUR EYES FOR YOU TO RECONIZE THE PEOPLE WORTHY OF YOU. I AM, IN SOME WAY, AN ALLY OR AN ENEMY BUT YOU ARE TO CHOOSE WHICH SIDE I WILL BE.

I AM NEVER VISIBLE BUT I AM SENSIBLE.

I HEAR YOU WHEN YOU CRY, WHEN YOU FAKE A LAUGH, WHEN YOU PRETEND YOU’RE OKAY. I LET YOU PICK THE TIME WHEN YOU WANTED TO SEE ME, TAKE YOU OUT ON A COFFEE SHOP AND WATCH YOU STIR YOUR COFFEE.

I AM JUST A PART OF YOUR STORY, DEAR. I AM CAPABLE OF LETTING GO BUT YOU AREN’T.

I WOULDN’T WANT TO CAUSE YOU HARM. YOU ARE FREE TO LET ME IN, BUT LET ME IN TO HELP YOU NOT TO MAKE YOU SUFFER. YOU ARE FREE TO RELEASE ME SO YOU CAN IMMERSE IN YOUR JOYS AGAIN, YOU DESERVE THAT.

‘TIL WE PART AND MEET AGAIN,

PAIN