UlanMakata

Between Storms and Rainbows is a collection of proses that tackles love, life, healing, existence, and depression. A middle ground of hope and despair, a rollercoaster of emotions that will take you to places of a soul no one has ever reached. A book anyone can relate to because we all have storms inside us; the most beautiful disasters. And at one point in time, we all believed that after the destruction, there comes someone who would pick us up but, it isn't always the case because sometimes, we're left with no choice but to either stay broken or start to fix ourselves. Each chapter is a journey between calamity and calm, dancing on the fine line that separates asymptotes and happy endings. Half a tragedy and half a blessing.

Between Storms And Rainbows

I'm glad to know that you still remember me as the girl who loves the universe. When I told you that you're a piece of an abstract art with a vague beauty, I wish you will not forget that you're more than the universe itself―you're my one greatest love.


Indeed, it is a blissful feeling to know that you still read my letters over and over again. Every word and phrase became the only mementos of our love, the last bits of it that you can cherish. These droplets of ink in sheets of paper had magnificently kept our story alive, they held sacred emotions and timeless memories inside them.


But love is like a flower; beautiful as it is when it blooms, it is fated to wither. So darling, do me a favor. Refrain yourself from opening my letters again for it is time for it to be sealed in an envelope and be delivered in the past. Stop reminiscing the places we used to go, the things we used to do and the songs we used to listen to. Forget the smell of my fragrance and the taste of my kisses, the warmth of my embrace and sound of my voice.


Let me go, let yourself be free of everything that I am. Don't worry about me, even if your presence is a ghost I terribly wanted to hold, to reach, to keep. Don't think about me, even if you know how much I long for you, of how I regret leaving you and of how I had sunk deep beneath the loneliness of not having you beside me. Don't come to me, even if I had screamed your name for the stars to hear and had whispered every syllable of it in my dreams. Don't write about me, for I know that you may change the names of characters, it may be in a different place and time but it will always, always be about us.


Please, don't make me hurt you further for I had left for you to find the happiness that you deserve in a person that I know isn't me. Let me be the one to grieve, to endure the pain and to remember. I'll be the one to suffer the aftershocks of our love and you must evacuate and belong safely in someone else's arms. I may still love you, but I don't deserve you and it is time for you to move on.


Do me a favor