Dear my past,
The ride was never easy.
I met lots of people who colored my life.
Lots of smiles, tears, laughter, joy, experiences, and dissapoinment that I faced.
People come and go, with or without a reason.
From a best friend to a stranger.
From a stranger to a best friend.
My past was like the ocean.
Sometimes a big wave hit me so hard and drowned me into tears.
Sometimes a smooth ocean made me feeling bored with my life.
Sometimes a little wave made me feeling annoyed, happy, disapointed, or peace.
A smooth ocean wouldn't create a skilled sailor, right?
A lot of regrets happened in the past and I learned from that.
I learned to stand with my own feet.
I learned to gather all my broken pieces by myself and embrace my flaws.
It wasn't an easy ride, but I tried and am still trying.
Thank you for shaping me on this journey.

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Dear myself and you who read this,
Thank you because you're not giving up when you drown into regrets and tears.
*Sending virtual hugs*

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