Life turned into a football, kicked by fate,
passed between moments that never belonged to me.
It hurts to depart from you, even knowing I was never a chapter in your life— only a silent pause between your breaths. Still, the ache feels real, as if absence itself has weight.
Saying goodbye is the most pathetic courage of all, a surrender disguised as strength. Yet you chose it—for peace, and I must respect the calm you needed, even if it cost me my unrest.
Some loves are never lived, only endured. Some endings arrive before the beginning learns its name.
— Panchu Gopal Seet
