The one who broke my heart,
I believe this is the final time I am writing to you and it feels difficult to do so.
Winter is the season of all broken lovers.
The moonlight bleeding from the curtain slits looks so lonely. I was just cleaning my cupboard and I found an old photo of ours. You look so beautiful, just like a leaf turning golden on the arrival of fall.
A voice inside my head always asks me to be thankful to you, for how beautifully you broke me. I don't remember how many mornings have I woken up with stains on my cheeks. But I don't regret crying for you. You always looked like the one who will dance with me in the rains and sing me to sleep.
But, do you deserve so much love? I thought it was WE in between lines. No, it was only me. But you taught me why I should not love, for I am someone who can swim across a cold river to fetch a diamond ring for my love. The world is not like me.
Someday, when the sunlight will wake you out of dreams, just think of me.
I don't think we will ever be together again. But a corner of my heart has it's walls painted with your name.
The one who still listens to your