In partial fulfillment of my final assignment to my mentor
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Once upon a time, I was nothing.
I was in that room, filled with people,
sharing the same light of passion that I had.
Then I saw you. And then we talked.
That’s how I remember how we met.
I remember the work I had in my hands right back then,
the way she gestured when she introduced me to you,
the look on your face when you looked at my work,
the sparkle on your eyes when you adored mine.
And time walked on with me,
I faced my battles and you fought yours.
You were faraway while I was scarred deep.
But we kept on connecting the dots
and filling in colors into spaces we never knew.
Then I knew, my heart was beating only for you.
The songs were right, it changed my mood
from down below to not so blue and right on cue.
It was such sweet serendipity.
It feels all too stupid now. What even happened?
Oh right. The light changed.
I went on ahead with my path and left you with yours.
You walked on your own, yet still staggered along.
I did my best to lead you back on the right track
but you didn’t follow.
You fooled me with honey-glazed words,
and kept traveling from left to right.
You took away what was good to repeat
and turned it bittersweet.
How could you do this to me?
For before I had my faith in you, couldn’t you see?
All of that and now I’m singing don’t say goodbye
You thought I was fooling around too, didn’t you?
I never really thought of getting back at you,
the fountain of knowledge was nothing
but a coincidence of things being there at the wrong time.
Still immaturity showed its true color to me.
Your face changed and so did mine.
I learned new things I so did you (I hope).
But you made me do this.
I have to move on.
You were wrong. And I was wrong as well.
I thought things would never change.
But in a call, you turned my life around
and you were nowhere to be found.
But thank you though for all this you have given me,
for if you were not there, the truth of all this, I wouldn’t have seen.
Thank you, for nothing tastes better
than bittersweet chocolate on Valentine’s Day.