A Letter for Arys

“Love somehow is a joke, it will give a hang time to think and absorb if it is merely a funny message or an inverted layer that has been playing us all along”

What just transpired is the reaction of my egoistic half, that tells me that I am not fit for the other half or the other way around - That the other half has his own will to decide for his fate.

I just can’t bare the limits of what I caused myself into. The other half have chosen what would be the best for himself. I am too much open as to what I feel what I say and do, because of that such marvelous excitement that doesn’t allow me to compose further. The other half is not just expressive as I do; each individual has their own patters of reactions.

I drowned myself thinking that the other half will somehow feel the same way I do. The other half just did, feel not the same as I do. I was precautious of what it will lead me to, I decided to endure the pain but I don’t want it to last that long. The other half has given me enough courage to be inspired and enthusiastic again on what I normally do, the other half can just take it away from me anytime, whenever he wanted to. Or I at most have the power to end everything at my will.

I am making it too difficult for myself to forget it, for it was one of the few things that I don’t do the most, because I have experienced the bad habit of it before, but I still did for the sake of following what my heart desires. Being true to my heart, which I have fallen in love with the other half. The other half wouldn’t realize that much, for he knew from the start, maybe or maybe not whichever is true the other half doesn’t need to explain further.

I decided to gaze alone, thinking what could be the reasons behind such conclusion. The other half realized that it was better to end soon.
Either way, it was days now that I have flicked myself to infliction, unhealthy of me. I have to move forth and start again, this time I hope I will be able to see the other side of what the other half can’t give.

The other half will just be as good as he was and will know what someone like I have learned loving him true. It can be not in the usual way of loving him, because I am unusual to the normal way of life.

Finally, we’ve met the deadliest deadline and we have concluded our show. Or maybe, I just ended it for my own expense; you have given me the courage to say this last piece of my artwork. You have always be the reasons behind my smiles and the sparkle I exude amidst the crowd. I don’t really want it to be gone; I am enjoying the thrill and jump it provides me. You have provided me a shelter of hope of how I can feel it again. You’ve become the switch of slumbering heart, that was been burrowed for quite a time. I know what I just have to do now, but before you completely leave the picture, together with your message of truth, allow me to say this for you, for I don’t want regretting not telling it to you, at least just in this small tribune I created myself vindicates everything above all what has been done and provided. This one I need to utter, whisper at least and then you can go: I LOVE YOU!