To end,
My trembling heart,
Had finally concluded to meet you for the very last time.
It is indeed a herculean effort for my broken soul,
To gather courage and fearlessness
To look upon you without all merriment and happiness
Which once breathed in us.
I assume that,
The blurred memories which we made,
Will now collide with each other in your heart.
Memories, I believe,
Have become my past.
And now
As my future is drawing me to itself.
Here I am,
Bidding goodbye to the creator of my past.
