"With the gaps in our conversation, you chose to forget me while I was still longing for you to miss me. For you, it was easier to just move on like you never met me than to cross my life again. For you, it will always be.
With the gaps, I was running around the circle —far from the radius of probability that you will long for me too. Running around wishing for you to catch me first. I got tired somehow. Also, from thereon, I just concluded that my absence was not your thing. For you, it will never be.
Still, your happiness is my thing and will ever be. Even without me. Your smile shines up to where I sit now. Whilst maybe, my happiness will never be someone's thing too and will never be yours —that all about me is fated to be brewed and served only just for me.
For now, please allow me to sit here, from where I have the perfect view of you, from where I decided to pause, and from where I will be starting to let go.
From the gaps, I'm counting the blessings in between."
—Jhunamae Moja (happiness, Smnllyl)
Journal Date: 01.20.20
