We can’t really get out of this without any scars, noh? No matter what we do, no matter how we try to understand and forgive and accept things, we really can’t move on without being scarred or bruised or left with complications.

Since the first, I wish I was given a love that’s not selfish, and just exists as it is, a love that is easy. So I wouldn’t have to chase, wouldn’t have to go through being manipulated, not neglected or wasn’t pushed to change.

All those landmines waiting to explode in domino effect wouldn’t have existed if weren’t planted there by decieving or lying and acting on things. We should’ve stopped there. Right when the first blast mine exploded.

Okay.

Enough.

This piece stops here. There shouldn’t be a place for hate in my heart. There shouldn’t be room for blame and regret, no what-ifs, no unnecessary drama.

This whole thing is beyond exhausting that I couldn’t do more than just saying ‘okay’ — as in okay, universe, whatever you say. Whatever will be, will be.