The Art of Letting Go

I learnt about you.

How you looked at people, you stare. Staring as if you're judging them.
How you argued with them. You never listened. Just talked, too much.
You never ask questions. You observe. You never try knowing, but you just know.
It was never a deep talk. Always a light and easy one with you.
Because time isn't money, there always has been an overtime.
Smashing walls and breaking doors. Who wouldn't be surprised?

I learnt about your love.

A transparent love. An opportunity and ability to look inside your soul. To see it without a doubt about how much you deeply feel about me.
Helping my fragile strength's gone.
A hold without touch.
A keep without chains.
A warm on a cold, cold night.
A package of actions do speak louder than words.
May not be the perfect, but can guarantee you the warmest.

I learnt about us.

It's a lucky I was in love with my best friend.
There's always a way back into love.
Through black and pitch black, there're no room for giving up.
Baby, go crazy or go home? Go crazy!
Always been I like you because and I love you despite.
And yet..

I learnt so much.

I thank you.

And I'm letting you go.