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Sunday and a letter – to Maga

The day I understood everything, was the day I stopped trying to figure everything out. The day I knew peace was the day I let everything go. ― C. JoyBell C.

It wouldn’t be right if I said I didn’t love you. I did. Maybe I didn’t love you with all of me and with all my heart. But I still did love you.

It’s been 3 months since you went away. I make believe in my heart that you will come back one day. When the time is right and when you are ready. I refrained from asking you when. I refrained from asking. Because I needed to keep believing that one day. You will return.

But as contradictory as it may seem. A part of me that wished you would never return. A part of me that is training my heart to become accustomed with your absence. A part of me that want my heart to love you less with each passing day.

Until one day, I could held my head up and walk away. From this make-believe love that I once thought I had.

They say, time can heal any broken a heart. With time, we learn how to see the truth and put our egos aside.

We will choose to stand up, wipe our tears, held our head high and decide, It’s time to move on.

And today, is that day.

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