When I saw you unloving me bit by bit each day, I thought to myself that I rather drop everything right now than to see it whole. It carved out something in me that doesn't exist. The idea of you was ruined. The promises and precious reassurance, I want to preserve it as it is, for at least in my heart and mind, even if you don't. It's all silence and the world rotates with no care. I never thought that the last time I hugged you, will be the last. You are my "I almost do" in our "Getaway Car" story. You live in my dreams that waking up is a nightmare. In present, we are strangers in a world we once both take a path. Still in touch with socials but never once reached out. Indifference hurts more than hatred. Ages of denying and pondering oneself that there is nothing left but sadness of departure. This is the curse of leaving you behind. I am really sorry.

















