farewell

No matter what kind of tomorrow comes, if only I can get up
I will run more than a hundred times, trust me.

We will never get used to goodbye.
It's always hard to let go. There must be some sort of bond between two people which no one will ever understand.
As time goes by, I found that I never really grow with this person. I grew in his direction, but in the end, I found myself hating my current self, I found myself doing things I used to hate. I started to think that I'm all better alone, not because I've stopped loving him, but more like I don't want him to feel the same way. We're doing this so we can be happy, but when you find yourself being unhappy, then you know, it's time for you to pack your bags, and move out.

Comparison kills. In the end, this decision came from all those comparisons I've made. I'm moving out so that I can be a better and happier person. I'm moving out because I have too much thoughts and dreams to be chased, and being with him, it seems too hard for me to do things I love, to do things heartily. I'm giving up because there are such happiness which I never felt, when I'm with you.

Seeing you doing well, seeing you being okay, maybe you have finally realized everything. Maybe you finally understand that this decision is the end for us now, soon, or even later, that there's nothing to be fixed.

I don't know why I'm saying this, but thank you for making it easy for me to say goodbye, thank you for all the proof you unconsciously give which reassure me. I always thought it'd be hard, but now I understand, that I've made a huge (but great) decision for my life. 
I'm grateful to know you.
Good bye.


Hello my beautiful day,
Hello my beautiful dream...