Yesterday, I told you through a message, that this silence, it hurts me, just so you know.
Of course, I didn't expect anything back. At least, not right away. It's your style to postpone everything, until it piles and piles, overspilling with delayed actions, dallied emotions, lingering thoughts, loitering dreams, all summed up in this recycle bin of to-do's...
Like you said: "You'll explain this message to me, some day..."
Honestly, I'd rather give you, as a present for your birthday, a dictionary; so you can look-up all the words and understand what I meant. It implies nothing more, and nothing less, than the words arranged in the sent sentence. If you can't understand them, it's not my fault, you don't speak human.
Funny thing, coming from the person who actually turned me into a human...
I am sorry.
Really, I am. It's just too late for both. It's no use mourning the "what could have been", that won't turn back time, nor will it metamorphose our empty cages, where we keep the hearts, no longer ours. Because I own yours, and you safe-keep mine.
Remember when I told you, you were the Dragon which guarded the Treasure Chest holding my heart, and the Dragon won't let anyone get in?! I still mean what I said then.
So, please, continue shielding my ♥, as I shall do with yours.
Thank you.
For everything you taught me to be, to feel. For all the moments stolen from mundanity. For all the words seeded inside me. For all the music played on chords of my soul. For hugs, forever warded in our genes. For molding me a better person. For framing me dare dream and follow those twinkles of inspiration. For telling me "it's O.K....", for the books I borrowed, the jokes we laughed, the tears you undid, and, if I were to write it all, I would probably overwhelm the database, so I stop here. But only the typing...
Now it's time to let go of you, and you of me, grow separately from each other, cherish each instant given, that helped us become who we are now.
I guess it's true after all, the line from a book I read long ago :
"True bliss and happiness are too hard to handle, for us, humans. That's why all our entire lives, if we're lucky enough, we only get one moment, one glance, one glimpse of real exhilaration. More, we cannot handle."