Maybe.

Maybe I’ll stop now–or maybe not.

But one thing’s for sure. I need Him first to rebuild me. To restore me. I’ve been so hurt that i didn’t realize the destruction of me. I’ve been so busy thinking of any ways to feel numb because of the pain that i didn’t realize that every piece of me was slowly falling, without me, knowing.

I didn’t expected this to happen. I didn’t expected that i would be this broken. I couldn’t even put every pieces of me in the right places. But i had the guts to volunteer myself to put your own pieces in the right place. I set aside all the pain, insecurities, and all just so you can see that I am happy.

You made me realize that black, no matter how mysterious, painful and dark, is a color too. But you also made me realize that rainbow, no matter how relaxing and good it is, will also vanish. It will also leave me.

I can’t promise you that i will stop loving you. But i can definitely promise you that i will no longer make you as an excuse for my self-destruction.

Maybe I’ll stop now ‘on letting you break me.’–and maybe not ‘on loving you.’

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