Harley Biala

You still have a few remaining months to make this year the most beautiful, honest, raw, enlightening, surreal, amazing, and show-stopping year of your life.

I should hate you, right? By choosing another person and leaving me broken with no possibility of healing.

No matter how crazy it is to love in secret, to hope in a hopelessness, to tire yourself for someone you are not sure is noticing the special attentions you give, it does not matter to you.

Now, promise you’ll never fall in love again. Promise me you’ll never hit rock bottoms again. Promise that you will take care of yourself. Promise me you will date again. Promise that you will love yourself.

Never stop learning. Don’t ever stop from growing. Always water your roots. Start saying “I can” instead of “I can’t”.

There will be times when you reflect on the inaccuracies you did or the things you cannot do.

Awkward is sexy.

You don’t know everything yet especially the future if it still wants you in it, but the fact that you get to be confused and still choose for yourself to the point of delaying something your parents really want for you in life is already a testament of you trying.

Strangers are the tiny reflection of the universe.

This is not a battle of who is a good and bad person. This is a battle of owning your own darkness and light. This is taking ownership of yourself.

Okay don’t get me wrong. I am not saying that being passionate is wrong, it’s not. But if we truly want to do something, you need to seek for a reason. Reason is like a necessity. We all live for a reason. You live for your parents, or for your dreams, career, and so on.

I must not see your mouth — its curve, and color-me-red whisper in the wind caressing my ears every night because when you do leave, your whisper will haunt me. My body will become haunted by your ghost.

Everything will be okay even it seems like the darkest hour of your life. Do not worry now. You are going to be fine. You’ll find your way to our arms. You’ll soon feel our warmth; the taste of our lips; and the infinite possibilities of being loved in return.

They will love you for whoever and whatever you are. They will love you for who they truly are. They won’t change you and they won’t change themselves for love sake

Life is never promised for someday but surely, it is promised today.

But the sad fact is that the people whom we love won’t ever love us the way we want them to and the way we deserve it.

I will go with you in music festivals and see your favourite bands. With my awful symphony, I will sing along with you.

I am choosing myself over you because I also need to feel whole again.