Fact that hurts.

I feel too. Really I do.
You think I'm so mean and heartless?
Well, I ain't. No self eulogy intended. Just fact. Fact it is.
But, how can I deny the convictions of my heart? This thing that stares at me and my heart endorsed as ideal, how can I look past or act like I didn't see it.


If only you saw that,
I tried to strip and open my all to you, but you preferred an acquaintance with the cloaked me; I tried to show all my frailties and imperfections, but you preferred an illusion of the perfect one.
My dear, if only you saw that all I did was to encourage you to love yourself so much so, that you can know how to love another, but then I was the ungrateful one.

Though I can't do this anymore, I wish you the best, I want to see you do good.
I hope that one day you'd realise that I meant no harm, after all, and that you find strength and wisdom to wade the storm.
With love,
From me.

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