last ballad of my heart, adieu!

If i could pour down my heart for the last time for you on these blank sheets, i would paint it all red. Red because my heart was so much in love with you, my love was so much in pain and my pain was so much in anger. 

If forgetting you was the first wave to ever hit me, i would never go to the oceans, i would always remember you. 

Last ballad of my heart to you,

My heart sings, " if it hurts you to remember us for how we ended, think like we never met, if your heart yearns for me and your head doesn't want it to come back to me, sleep, sleep, we'll meet in dreams, if you miss me when i am no longer in this world and it's too late, write it down everything you wished to say to me, i'll come and read through it, if i am no more in this world and you wish to see me, watch the sky all along the seasons, somedays i'll crying through rain wanting to touch you for the last time through the raindrops falling on your face, to somedays i'll be rooting for you with the sun, giving warmth to your heart, and to the leftover some nights i'll be accompanying you through the dark so you dont feel what loneliness is. I always told you, i'll always be there, even if i were nowhere to exist, i'll be there in you, in your heartbeat, sleeping through your nights, breathing in your breath, and falling in your tears, i'll be there by your side."

My Philosophy professor once said on the farewell of my seniors, " sabko maafi hai "
— ( give forgiveness to everyone)
I have forgiven myself, i have forgiven you,  and i have forgiven us fondly, gently and with love and that was our story.  
— i loved you always,i loved you enough,adieu!
              i was listening to this, 4:58 PM

___________________ THE END ________________

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