A Farewell | Thoughts of a lost girl #2

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I miss you, emo boy. I’m scared to admit it at first when you left but I’ve already gotten so used of you. I thought I could keep you for long. You were too good to me. I wish I had the chance to say that to you before you decided to leave me too. And it’s okay, I don’t blame you. I guess I became a burden too. But there are a lot of things I did not get a chance to say to you. First, thank you for being nothing but kind to me. Thank you for making me feel that I have someone at my side for weeks. Second, I really love your favorite song. For many nights, it comforted me and made me feel like I wasn’t alone. Third, we have so much in common. And I love it that I found someone who mirrors me. Fourth, I’m sorry that I did not get to assure you how I would always be here. How I would also be willing to listen to your sad stories and stupid jokes. How I would always laugh at them even though I try to conceal it. I told you, mababaw akong tao. Fifth, I find you cute really. You’re a cinnamon roll too. You already know what that means right? And lastly, thank you. You made me realize my worth again. You made me realize that I am amazing and that I am so much more. Thank you for stopping by.

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