To the person I left behind,
It’s been six months since we parted at that intersection, it was just like our normal routine, you walked with me and I kissed you on the cheeks. I rode the jeepney to work and you were waving goodbye. I wanted to get out, hug you and say that it’s okay, we’re okay, things could go back the way they were. But my legs were not moving. Well, it made sense since I just kissed another guy a few days ago. Was it my guilt? Was it my pride? Either way, the fact that you and I both, whom for two years couldn’t live without each other until that day, silently accepted everything.. probably means that it was really the end.
You are probably puzzled with all the reasons I gave you when I left. You once meant the world to me, my best friend and my lover, the one that I could always rely on. I realized that love is a temporary thing. I changed. My priorities started to be different. You, even with all the flaws were once the perfect match for me