To my short and sweet, I write.

to the memories i'm shackled to.

Did I just lose you again, my short and sweet?

Every word that I ever meant about you was true. Everything good, and even the bad. It wasn’t out of spite but out of love.

You’re truly the weakness I could never defend myself from. My guards break when I’m with you, my chain is unhinged. You are the jaw-dropping angel that God sent me from Heaven, to fix me, to lift my head up when I’m down, to make my heart whole and red.

But is it gone, my short and sweet?

For the life of me I can’t seem to answer it. Every breathing minute I spent prioritising your happiness, because from my belief, that was my happiness too. Seeing you would warm my skin, yet give me goosebumps. Your flattering eyes always gave off a glimmer at the edge of your iris. The allurestheric look that you are is beyond intoxicating. The tear on your lip is truly gorgeous. Even if it seems a bit delusional of me to think so, every scar on your body is up to perfection.

I love you, my short and sweet.

I just wish we could skip the learning steps of life, to forever after with you. I guess that’s not how life works. One moment, the flowers are blooming, the clouds are parted. The sea breeze is all around me, the scent is lavender. Then for the next, everything is a branch of Hell.

You might not know this, my short and sweet, but my life has been a circle, and with each step, everything just points back to my Valhalla; you.

For the mistakes and unreasonable arguments, for raising my voice, for making you overthink, for burdening you, and for the assumptions, I’m deeply sorry.

I wish you a lovely journey ahead, whether it be with me or not. What will make me happy is knowing that you’ve had the life you deserved to have. For in the end, it was always about you.

To my short and sweet, I write.