I badly wanted to write about you.
I want to write about the new things that I have learned from you.
I want to write about the songs that you are listening from your playlist right now.
I want to write about the dreams that you wish to achieve later in your life.
I want to write about the jokes you have shared with me during those times that sadness engulfs me.
I want to write about the promises you told me, because of course, I believed in you with all my heart.
I want to write about your secrets, your feelings, your stories, your frustrations, your hopes, your goals, your future. I want to write about your future, that you said you wanted me to be part of.
But honestly, I am truly afraid to write about you.
I am afraid that if I write about you, it will be too much hard for me to forget you.
I might hurt myself again just to cling onto you.
I might go back to you again with all the shattered pieces of my heart and offer them to you.
I might risk everything again and lose the courage that I have to move forward as I let you go.
But love, I do not know what should I do.
Because look, unknowingly, I am now writing about you.
