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The Hope

Relationships can be severed and there are a lot of reasons why. Yet for me it is not because of a third party, but it is because there is a withholding of freedom. Love is one beautiful thing but in the hands of the obsessed or possessive it is dangerous. To the one who this love is bestowed at first offers a gleam of hope towards salvation from the things she wished to run away from, but now I have become the reason why she has to run away. I played with fire and I consumed it all the way until it was extinguished and now I suffer from the consequence.

I know she likes the butterfly and I know she is one. She wishes to fly freely of the direction of her choice, and stupid of me to snip her wings and furthermore added salt to wound, I caged her. I was just a fool who took her intent when I met her a year ago that she wishes to go outside of the tyranny of her abode, but she wished to go back there and also to reconnect with her friends to whom I have sever the bond with for my romantic tyranny.


I guess we have to part ways to heal what was so severely pressed upon, but deep inside my heart I long for her, I had made my word that she is the one. But let it be this time that she is yet to fly, to roam around the world in free spirit, to explore much to know ourselves more, to love ourselves more before coming back to love each other again. I understand. I have been much of a cage, I am sorry, and I hope I am still the one you will run into again when that time comes. I only but hope. Hope is all I have.

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