23 August 2009

Twenty-three, the third year.

i flipped the calendar,

and my eyes landed on the 23rd once more.

do you remember?

do you still remember that afternoon?

do you still remember that night

when you left me to face the whole world alone?

i was only 16 then,

too young to understand anything that happened after.

but as the years go by

the pain has gradually left me

and finally it stopped.

i never really said anything,

but i actually wanted to thank you.

i wanted to thank you

because if it weren't for you

i wouldn't have realised it sooner.

and i wouldn't have moved on,

knowing that i've at least experienced the pain

and be ready for what's more to come.

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