Truce
I’m not leaving.
Time passed, people changed. That’s the only thing I know happened to me.
If you think that I’m not changing into the better person, well I’m still trying at my best.
If you think that I’m starting to forget you, we both know that I don’t. We both know what kind of person I am.
Some parts of you have grown in me. They’re like the icing of my cake of life; they’re chilling me and make me happy.
I know that some of mine do the same for you too, except that perhaps they’re much sour in taste and funnier in look.
And as you reading this, I hope we will forgive each other. We used to be friends, bestfriends. Way better than what we are now. I believe we will be like one, once again.
I love you as much as I love myself.
Truce?
