To You, Who’ll Leave Soon Enough

I got accustomed by living knowing that you’ll always be there, one way or another. And yet in the
middle of the comforting ambiguity, I have found an inconstancy. In the middle of our laughs, I have
found in myself the tears that are on its verge of falling. In the midst of our hellos, I have found in us a
single goodbye.

I got accustomed by living knowing that you’ll always be a step ahead of me, and that no matter
how I cry and stumble, you’d always be present to remind me that every struggle I face is my stepping
stone to be genuinely happy. I was used to being assured that you’d be there every step of the way.

I got accustomed by living knowing that there would always be one person who’ll understand me,
no matter how complex I may be. Be it on my best or worst state, be it the shift of my daily personality
from being insatiable to infuriated, you have become my constant reminder that I am worth