Sometimes, part of me still unbearably longs for you, still trying to unearth the whys, envisaging the what ifs; and when it happens, the hatred grows even bigger. Not gonna talk about pride anymore as I’m lifting it up, I’m putting all the pieces back together. I never regret giving you everything even if it all eventually was thrown away. The world may hurt and turn its back on you one day, but the love I left will stay, serenading the love songs we used to sing back then when life was so much loveable — only if I am allowed to say.