Mr Mamosky!!

Hi sir!
Oh no, it's not what you think; I've moved past your matter.
It really isn't about you. I kmow that now. 

I have once bitten my finger in regret of meeting you, but that's stupid, cos how better could I have learnt these lessons?

When I met you, you were such a beautiful flicker.
You beamed under a cloak, yet I saw the beauty...
So much that I didn't even respect your choice.
I forced my love on you. I opened my core. Heck! I almost got down with you.
I conjured concepts in my head, I built a castle to fit you just the way you are...
But really I seem to forget you have a choice; not everyone wants true, not everyone wants love.
And that's the first lesson.

 
I'm not very different 
I set out for my will too, but I'm constantly reminded of His. He makes the difference. Basic.

And because of you darling mamo, I can handle similar scenarios better.
I learnt how to be vulnerable.
I got to a juncture where I had to redefine my pursuit.
I cried for help!
And found it in abundance. 

I'm sorry you were a victim of my learning curve. You've got a good head on your shoulders and I'd have loved to make this better, but again, my will. He knows these things from the beginning.

I watched a supposed blossoming friendship go sore because of one wrong turn. It hurts, yet enlightening. How better could I have learnt how to tame emotions....thank you.

I wish to tell you not to feel guilty. It's needless.
And if you also think that's all to me...then I laugh...but I doubt if you'd see.
Again, the end lies in His hands.

Farewell.