I met you in January.

As if I’ve known you before in between the blurry crowds of my dream, we got close in February.

But like the same side of a magnet, we were pulled apart by an invisible force called fate.

Soon March came knocking on the door and now I know that rejection doesn’t always end in wars.

Something came up on April that has destined us to meet again. Even though false hope is painful, I knew that we weren’t meant to be.

May came fast to me with a knock of realisation - it was over even from the beginning, back then when we first met each other at the 23rd of January, 3 days after my 18th birthday.

Softly with kindness, he assured me that I will find someone better. Even though it was hard, I chose to believe him

And let go.