Thoughts #1: Summer of 2009

It was the summer of 2009 when I first met you. It was not you who I really wanted yet you were so determined to pursue me.

It was the summer of 2009 when everything was just puppy love. I was young back then, what do I know about love. We shared moments and enjoyed every piece of it while it lasts.

It was the summer of 2009 when it is so hard to say goodbye. I have to go back to my hometown for school and it would take a year for us to see each other again. We promised to try and stay strong.

It was the summer of 2010 when it feels like meeting you for the first time again. We are not together anymore, I guess it was puppy love after all.

It was the summer of 2010 when we thought we outgrew each other but fate made our paths crossed again. We gave it another shot and promised to fight a little harder this time.

It was the summer of 2010 when I was not afraid to say goodbye anymore. We were closer, satisfied and contented. Praying we would stay this way for a long time.

It was the summer of 2011 when I can finally caress you after a year of love, laughter, tears, and longingness. It was not an easy year but we made it work and it is good enough for us.

It was the summer of 2011 when you said you were leaving. Your family planned and decided to settle down in the US. I thought we were already far enough, I couldn't imagine you being a hundred thousand of miles farther.

It was the summer of 2011 when we said our final goodbye. We promised to fight our love. Lifting each other up pretending everything's gonna be just fine, but uncertainty was in our eyes. We were fragile, every touch was painful, with the thought of not being able to feel each other again. It was vague, whatever the future brings.

It was the summer of 2012 when we decided to end everything. We were saving each other from each other. We we're not as strong as we thought we could be. We decided to let go and see the world.

It was the summer of 2012 when we were having a hard time moving on. You used to be my world and me as yours.

It was the summer of 2012 when I wonder when we will meet again. Hoping we will meet again.

It was the summer of 2013 when we stayed being friends.

It was the summer of 2014 when you started wondering where it all went wrong. You said you haven't moved on yet. All questions were asked. Old wounds were opened.

It was the summer of 2015 when you started complaining about her, how our love was so different. You we're in pain and you miss the love we used to have. Our love is ours, of course its gonna be different.

It was the summer of 2016 when you started blocking me to your social media accounts. She was pregnant

It was the summer of 2017 when your baby boy was born. Congratulations! I really am happy for you.

It was the summer of 2018 when I knew for sure, whatever we had was not puppy love at all. It was unfortunate but it was real. I never regretted the love I invested for you. We grew apart, we were both happy with our own lives and that's all that matters. If you're going to ask me if I still love you, I'd say I do. It may not be the same love as before, but a piece of my heart will always belong to you.

Love, B.

***Hey guys, this is my first blog post! This is a story I always want to share. When we eventually learn the art of letting go, acceptance and contentment, life wouldn't be as hard. Thank you for reading up to here, I really appreciate it! ***