dear "my 16 months"
i wrote this whole post as i gain my energy back.
how could i write the title with "16 months" only, when the fact that we used to spend times more than that? because the only time i remembered is only 16 months, the rest of it is only a lesson to be learned.
maybe God wants me to learn this life in a hard way, by sending me a person who never feel enough about what they had. but I feel so GLAD, VERY GLAD THAT GOD HAS TAKEN ME AWAY FROM THAT TYPICAL OF PERSON.
i know i might be childish in my late 20s, but before i entered my 30, i felt more wise and mature than i ever imagined. i feel so thankful to God for every single thing that has happened to me even after all these sh#ts.
long story short, i would never regret anything, because i believe experience will teach us to survive in this wild world. i just wish you well. so, to close this post in a cool way, this is the end of the story of my 16 months. thank you for everything. thank you for teaching me how to appreciate people more and how to love myself more than i knew before! <3




