Days have passed over and over since the day you faded away.
However I can’t forget the day, shade and sunlight, color of the sky,and other details of the sight of the place we were supposed to be.
Now I got to know that something precious always conveies the true value when it’s gone.
Reflecting upon myself, I seem to put my priorities above anyone else.
Maybe all my emotions and kindnesses were (are) a just affectation; I’ve been trying so hard just to garner sympathies.
Furthermore, my pretence (be it conscious or not) of being a tragic victim in a supposedly-pessimistic world is just serving my ego.
All these aside, there is one thing for sure:
I am thankful to have met you.
The world has become dull to me, but at least I have the guts to say
“I’m happy to have met you”, even though now you are away from me.