There’s this one particular Peter Cat song I keep going back to, which says: love is a fleeting feeling, love is believing. But if you ask me, love is a strange mix of both on some days.
After you'd walked away, I had sworn on all my silly beliefs that I’d never find love again. And I couldn’t help it: you’d left me helpless in a dire mess, a kind of piercing pain you feel when a pebble somehow finds a home in the bottom of your shoe.
But it was also relentless, and the bravest I’ve ever been in my life. Your words cut deep through my emotions and that’s how I came and kept in touch with them and no matter the plenty of reasons I gather to hate on you, for this, I’ve only got gratitude. So thank you.
I spent many nights awake in contemplation of where I could have been wrong, thinking if I ever tried forcing a jigsaw piece into the wrong one. And then I stumbled upon a question we don’t ask ourselves enough: what if the entire puzzle was faulty? What if it was never meant to be?
But I’m glad we’re over this because I’ve found someone and we fit perfectly. Together. And please don’t misunderstand, this is not a temporary fling that’ll crush under the weight of feelings. This is very real and sacred to me, which is why I want to keep it personal. Anyway.
I don’t know if you can still hear me and I don’t even know where you are, but I hope you find your special person too. For love might be a terribly fleeting feeling, but if you really believe in it with all your heart, there’s nothing in the world that can stop you from making it stay. And just for the record: not even you yourself.
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