Thank you, goodbye

I guess, I just got so tired of saying goodbyes that all I can do is thank you.

Thank you for loving me. You're the first taste of sunshine on those lazy mornings I'm slumped on my bed. You lifted my spirits and I've never felt so warm after those nights that I slept late staring at the ceiling until midnight. You're the promise of a new day―something sunflowers look up to, the beginning of something wonderful. I hear the songs of the birds wake me at your every breath and your voice sounded like the rustling of leaves as the humid winds caress it. I felt like morning dew on a flower's petal, slowly, I felt myself fall into you.

Thank you for breaking me. You've messed around my heart like some hurricane and left me in the ruins, but I would never regret welcoming the disaster you brought with open arms. All you brought me are thunderstorms and lightning that tear up every piece of my being, still, I wanted you to mercilessly break me more because I've been so thirsty that I never felt so alive in my life. Your eyes held two raging cyclones inside them and I'm a willing victim.

Thank you for leaving me. The leaves started to wither, they slowly turned discolored and lost their vibrance. Bit by bit, their once stronghold on those branches loosened up and as time passed by, they're shaken and blown away by the winds. These dried leaves will continue to travel on those empty streets and cold grounds, being stepped by the busy people and crushed by the vehicles blurring past the dim alleyways. It was such lonely autumn when you decided to walk away, I didn't even dare to count every step that you took hoping that it'll help me accept the fact that you're gone and you'll never retrace your tracks back to me.

Thank you for coming into my life, for being once mine and for being my past happiness. I know someday, spring will come knocking on my world again. There'll be flowers, green grass, and fruitful trees. I'll survive the worst seasons and standstill on my ground no matter how harsh the winds will get or how cold the weather will be. I'll rise, wither, fall, and then bloom―I'll keep growing on my own. One day, I'll smile and cry not because of you and this heart will finally not beat for you. A time will come that I'll learn to let you go and fly to freedom like a butterfly taking its first flight outside her cocoon. Everything will be a celebration of life without you.

Maybe by then, I'll finally be able to say goodbye to you, my love.