It was cold and windy,
but her mind is thinking straight.
She knows she's a little bit better than before.
She knows what she could no longer control.
And so she stands up weakly and hugs herself,
ready to talk to the Moon tonight.
"My love, what do you need from me?"
asked by the Moon.
"A chance," she answered softly.
"I promise you I will let him go."
She continued.
She promised she will let him go.
But for now, let her grieve.
Let her hold on to the small pieces of herself,
that her heart still believes can be fixed.
Let her hold on to the shattered pieces of her being,
as if she still has a chance to be complete.
She promised she will let him go.
But for now, let her grieve.
Let her dream the simple life she thought she would have,
the small house and family she promised she will build with him.
Let her hold herself the way she thought he would.
Let her live quietly watching him from the side.
She promised she will let him go.
But for now, let her grieve.
Let her find out on her own how he's moved on.
Let her realize that he's gone.
That they were not a star-crossed lovers,
Just an almost that won't find their way back to each other.
"What chance?"
Questioned by the Moon.
With teary eyes and reddish cheeks,
she answered bravely.
"A chance to see him happy."
She promised she will let him go.
Even if she didn't want to.
But she wants to make sure he's happy first.
That they met and drifted apart,
like how it was meant to be.
Like how it was meant to teach her
that she is worthy of love.
And she deserve more than what she's willing to give.
That they met and drifted apart,
like how it was meant to be.
Like how it was meant to teach him
that he is worthy of effort.
That he can learn to love himself a little more,
the same time someone else will.
That they met and drifted apart,
like how it was meant to be.
A love that almost happened,
and that's Keira's one last baggage.
I wanted to say hello, but never actually sent the message. It wasn't because I wasn’t willing to make contact; rather, I thought that popping up out of the blue would be a kind of trespass. I was scared to death that if I started suddenly, you would shut the door before I could see you. I didn’t want to be amongst all the other interruptions in your life that vanish as soon as you hit block, or be the reason for your reflex of self-protection. So I went away without saying goodbye, keeping it in my pocket. But here, talking honestly in your own gentle manner, I can sense that something has changed. A tiny authorization. A small glow. It was enough for me to respond not only with words but with commitment to everything you wrote. That is exactly what I am indebted to you for: your time, not your value judgments. The way you portray yourself is not a mere characterization but a look - a look that shows how your total inner world is affected and how your heart is both your guide and ...