As days passed by,
you grow more mature;
each and everyday—
falling in love with you
seems like having baby teeth.
I thought I need forever.

But as time goes by,
   it loses part of me.
Just like suppresions.
Everything has its own endings.
It will just have me to take a painful
  and long process to finally end things up

But I will still continue to write about you—
from the day I have been and fallen in love
up to the day that I freed you.

I just learned that;
no matter how tight your grip
the only thing you can do is to let go
no matter how strong you hold on
the only thing you can do is to surrender.

I'm on the process of suppressing—
making things good to put things right.
This is suppression,
not pain but relief
not regrets but gratefulness
not brokenness but wholeness.