We have our own wounds and imperfections to take, we just have to find the perfect and the right one to help us heal again.
The wrong one will come but the right one will stay.
So, this is me finally committing to myself. This is me choosing to be alone than being with someone who took me for granted.
We were both a mess.
I have to let myself be loved in a way that there will never be doubt and fears of getting hurt again.
I am always the one who loves too much. Yet, this time I choose to love myself.
I know I cannot keep you.
Because love must always be sure and certain.
Indeed, you are a meteor in my dying universe.
I hope that someday, you would see this hope in me. So we can be happy and we can be free.