You are a lovely soul and indeed in those delicate smiles, they show. But no matter how lovely you are, I do not love you.
The moment you asked for my heart, waves of emotions shattered it, torn it, and washed it away. And I knew I cannot love you, for I cannot give what I do not have.
Let me find my self.
Let me find my self, first.
Let me wander into the farthest corners of Varona as I watch people dance under the streetlights with their silly clothes. Let me listen to all the words I am still to write, reciting them even although none of their lines rhyme.
In simpler words, Romeo, give me some time.
Let me cry all the tears I am still to shed to learn how it feels like to be myself. Let me greet fate and tell her stories of how she made me the person I am now. Let me say all the inexplicable words for the people I loved and lost somehow. Let me wear a mask and carelessly dance all night with people I do not know.
In simpler words Romeo, for now, let me go.
For one cannot love somebody else without loving her self so.
You know who feels more pain when a pebble suddenly hit someone's head?
Is it the pebble who fell without someone to catch?
Or is it the person who accepted the pain without needing such?
Indeed, Romeo, it is the both of us.
The moment you asked for my heart, waves of emotions shattered it, torn it, and washed it away. Maybe someday when I wandered enough, this heart will finally reach the shore and I will not be the old me anymore.
I cannot love you, for something inside me seems to be yearning for something else. And I cannot take to share to someone something I am not certain with.
I cannot love you like you love me so for now, let things be.
I do not want to ruin you for me because this heart of mine will be so sorry.
Maybe someone out there is truly for you.
And I will not oppose if you find someone new.
Romeo, just one more thing I'd like to tell you, I really hope she won't destroy you like how I avoided to.
To Romeo, From a Rosaline
