MFS - Love Letter

Assalamualaikum

Alhamdulillah.

You are one of the blessings Allah has given to me.
Allah has given so much to me, yet I do so many wrongs.

I told Allah a lot about you,
Every question I had wanted to ask you myself,
I asked Him instead. And sometimes in every page I found myself knowing the answers.

That one evening I couldn't bring myself to stand up.
Even the air I breathed felt different.
My favourite meal tasted different, it was like my tongue was numb.
All of me was in what state until today I don't know.

I have always wanted the best for you.
Then I mentioned your name to Him that evening,
The tears rushed down my cheeks I was speechless myself.
It was like, the name you're holding symbolised something.

It was always the evening.

Even the thought of you managed to push me to the edge.
I saw you leave and I couldn't see anything no more.
My vision was blurred my tears went out I didn't know when to stop.

Evening air once again heard me saying your name to Him.
Once again I couldn't speak a word.
Your name symbolised something.

It brought in pain and stung me in the chest,
I tried to fight a losing war,
I knew I would lose.

I didn't know what was wrong with myself.
And most importantly, I didn't understand you.
I didn't know you, and the reasons behind your doings that made me question everything.

I didn't know whether you're real or not.
Whether you're true or not.
Who even you are until today I couldn't answer it to myself.

But maybe, you're just some other fantasy.
I'm not the one who likes to daydream, but you're someone that has always been a dream.

Maybe you are not real at all.
Maybe you are just another anime character that my favourite author made,

Maybe you are just not you.

And maybe I never know you in the first place.







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