Good Morning

I still greet you good morning everyday--even if you don't get to hear it anymore. Not lately, at least. I recognize the fact that it has been difficult for us both to start something anew, if both of us still had strings hanging in our old lives. I do not blame you, really, nor do I blame myself. It is what it is. The fates have brought our paths together and it is only the same fate that shall determine our future--be it together or not. I believe, our timing could not have been more significant--nor as destructive. We met each other at a time when we both dearly needed people to hold on to--yet it was also a time when we both knew we cannot hold on for long.

And so we let ourselves get swayed by the tides; and patiently waited where the water will lead us.

Not knowing it was leading us here--where there is no us. Where there could never be an us.

Now, as I look back to our time together, I see it was time spent healing our broken hearts, washing away the pain of our experiences, and mending that part of ourselves that was ripped apart. But like disinfectants to a raw wound, we were there merely to pass each other by, to touch just a small part of each other's lives. With no purpose of staying. With no capability of being attached.

So the good mornings I give you shall never reach your ears, the heartfelt thanks I feel for you, you will never know. But if, in the future, you do remember me, and think about those brief moments we were together, know this: you will forever be the one that ushered me to a new life, one where I have moved on, and for that, a million good mornings will never ever suffice.

Good morning, K. And thank you.