you.

new beginnings. or perhaps interesting revelations.

 

 

yesterday I spoke up about you. perhaps this is what relief feels like. maybe I have lost you for good. more importantly, is what was learnt from this.

I hope you are doing well. Sometimes I say that, but I feel none of that, or perhaps just vague portions of it. sometimes tingled with vengeance. mostly because you have lost me,

 

me. who would had stood by you.

 

this is no longer important now. now they know. i hope you really are, happy. and true to yourself. that is what I wish most of you.

 

 

Good Luck.