I wish i can stop writing about you.
I wish i can stop thinking about you.
Please, just go.
"What was he like?"
"Yeah, wind. He was invisible, gentle and soothing but has the power to destroy everything in his way. He swept away all feelings i had inside of me like a tornado cleaning up a city. He was one of my unspoken truth, buried beneath a broken faith."
Writing used to be my escape. But now, it feels like i don't have the right to write anymore.
I must have killed you a thousand times in my head, but then i guess i still love you a thousand times more. Some days are wonderful. I smile a lot and i feel like i can finally let you go. But some days are close to hell i just sit alone and hear my heart tears apart.
I should wish you a happy life but sometimes i just want you to suffer as much as i do.