When leaving becomes a chance to mend

“The thought of you walking past the door keeps me occupied in quite a demeanor. Those footsteps that deteriorates slowly as the distance between us continuously goes further and further inflicted a vigorously weakening vibe to me. The pain caused by such wounds can be life threathening, but I managed to stand on my feet after a massive beatdown.”

How indelible. Even though it was really an agonizing event, it helped me realize that I was able even in the midst of her absence. Her leaving was so loud, but descended after a while. The footsteps created noise until i heard no more. I blamed my insufficiency. It took a piece of me – a piece which i cannot figure out how to fill. The void was huge, but i had to accept that people do that. People leave when they run out of reasons to stay.

The reflex of missing something is undeniably present, it besieges me. Her goodbyes were so sharp that gave a clean cut on my heart, but thanks to that, I figured out that I am capable of healing. Although it takes time, it is a process after all.

I am learning to cease the havoc in me when someone leaves. Just as how the world continue, I had to.