To you who had laden me with heartaches, and sleepless nights and lies and false hopes. I wrote this for you.
To you who I thought loves me, to you who I swore all my thoughts and hopes and dreams, to you who excised the corners of my heart in return. I wrote this for you.
To you who led me to believe that I’m ready to love again, to you who have done the things you’ve done, to you who I met at the door telling me you're sorry. That I have no reason left to worry. I wrote this for you.
To you who crashed into me in a most peculiar way, to you who waited for me, to you who said “It’s worth the wait”. I wrote this for you.
To the you who I foolishly believed in. To you who appeared to be more than a series of experiences. To you who I thought was the light that never goes out.
To you who has nothing left to feel, who just paid the bill and walked away...this is the last thing I will write for you.
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