Feel

I feel what you feel, I cannot help but breathe the air that carries the winds of melancholy, the air you sigh in. Even a thousand miles away, my heart cries at every sadness in your heart. I just want you to be happy. That’s the only way I know how to love…to cry with you when you cry, to laugh with you when you laugh, to just be there, knowing your every trial, every victory, every brokenness, every hope.

Doing this, without your even knowing it, wouldn’t matter to you. I know for a long time, I am no more the one in your heart. Sure, sometimes a small part of me wishes otherwise. Did you leave because you love me, because you know you will hurt me, because you don’t want to disappoint me again? Did you do it out of selfish reasons, or is it true love? Is true love about letting go, as long as he is happy.

When you let me go, you did make me happy. I am now happy, a state I probably cannot achieve even if I was in your arms. Being with you can only bring hurt, heartache, confusion, melancholy. I am now happy, but I wish you can be the same. Only when you are, can I really then, be completely happy. How can my soul rejoice, when yours agonizes?

You’re in my every prayer. Know that He will take care of you, to be your hope in these times of depression.