do you like stories?

the farewell letter i wrote to an ex-lover, an ex best friend, that i never had the courage to send.

i used to ask for bedtime stories as a kid;

a place of magic and a break from reality,

where exciting, fun, and happy endings meet, 

and i could experience the joy vicariously. 

growing up I realised that my reality is in itself a story,

and there may be happy endings but there also exists tragedy.

you meet people and your lives become intertwine,

and those who will stay indefinitely is something you can only tell with time. 

i learn that there is a right person, but also a right time,

and what some people call fate, i simply term as intervention divine,

i also learned that meeting the right person at the wrong time, 

is not striking gold early, but stepping on a land mine. 

and when the bomb goes off, 

you don't lose a leg, but pieces of your heart, 

and you don't recover, you simply evolve (or morph). 

and your heart will mend slowly, the further you two grow apart. 

Sometimes distance provides much needed clarity,

away from the past, which could be far too scary. 

the scars they leave, the hope they destroyed,

you can't treat love as though it's a toy. 

but with time i've come to understand,

that some people come and some people go,

and yes we can apportion blame and say that it was all a sham,

but the truth was, did we ever let God veto?

i followed man-made conventions, 

and interpreted the bible the way i pleased.

I placed my security in material possessions,

and dated people with my wisdom amiss.

i build up walls, and barriers deep,

you'll stay outside, and my feeling i'll keep.

but along the way i found it sad,

because i wasn't living by doing that.

so from now i shall consciously choose

to cast my pride and fears aside.

no longer will i be constrained by my woes;

for in God I shall abide.

i can't say i was ever mature,

i cant say time made me better.

i can't say i will be wiser;

but now I will rely on my saviour.

and although what is done is already the past,

i apologize for all the unjust.

you're right, memories fade and goods don't last,

but in my book you're an important chapter of love, courage and trust.

you once said that parallel lines don't meet,

but sadder still is that perpendicular lines meet once and thereafter drift apart forever

(and hence meeting again, or reliving that connection, is an impossible feat),

but in that sorrow lies tomorrow - you've found the line that brings you closure.

i'm glad you've finally found your happiness;

and that through the pain there was true gain. 

i'm thankful for your resurrected smile and and you current gladness;

and i hope you will bask in eternal love through God come shine or rain.

if we somehow ever meet again,

please forgive me if i don't call your name.

because we've ran our course and had our turn;

and the past is not some place we should return. 

so i've finally gathered my thoughts enough,

to write this epilogue to our journey.

I'm sorry the end was so tough,

and in saying goodbye, my heart's still heavy.

thank you for the memories;

and the love you so unconditionally provided.

Your love for me will always remain a mystery,

and i'll always be thankful that our lines once collided.

so goodbye my friend,

be save and strong and joyful.

I'll pray for you every now and then,

and i hope your life will never again be painful.

and now i've reached a stage in life,

where i no longer want to ever go through self-impose torture.

for there's no gain in foolish strife,

and so God, will you please be my author.