Tu me manques, those three words and eleven letters were all the words I could think of everytime I picked up my phone to process the way I rejected you.
My dear sweet gem, love is not a mood, it is a commitment you make first to yourself before you extend it to someone else. I questioned my worth, my heart broke you were the connection I wanted but I didn't have sweet gem, your availability left me drained, in pain and despair.
When I left, I didn't go about it maturely either, I vanished from your life to come back with a lame excuse maybe I lost a gem, maybe you lost a gem. Maybe just maybe we walked away from what was our future because ours is a generation of fear, fear of love.
And the love I want, I want the older generation type of love I no longer want just love I want my last love. That's why I hope one day when we are grown and bold, we meet again, I hope we will become each other's red string.