Letting you go?

Dear Sayang,

A friend advised me to let you go. To stop talking about you so much. She means well. She's adorable somehow

But how? How do you let go of someone who is a part of you?

I will never stop talking about you. I will never stop loving you. Because loving you is like breathing. And you can’t just stop breathing.

I found a song translation from William a Thai singer. And the lyrics are beautiful 

The word ‘love’ that you once said
Helped me breathe again.
I just want to hold on to this feeling.
The memories will remain deep in my heart.
I’ll never forget us…
Once upon a time, we loved each other

Even now, I still feel you with me. In the way Kenit stays close. In the way I remember your voice, your laugh, your love. The nurses saw it too. They used to say, "Your Sayang is here," because everyone around us knew. Our love wasn’t just ours—it was something people could see, something real.

The last image I’ll remember
Is the one where we were in love.
The last image is when you
Looked into my eyes one last time.

You waited for me that day. The nurses called your name, but you didn’t respond. And then I walked in. I called, and you opened your eyes. You looked at me, and smiled. Even in your weakest moment, you wanted me to know—"I’m still here, my love."

So no, I won’t let you go. I will keep talking about you, remembering you, loving you. Because some love stories don’t end. They just change form. And no matter how much time passes…

"No matter how much time passes, it will always be beautiful. I will remember you in my heart."

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