Sol

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Jennie's POV

She said I am her moon that lights up her darkest days.

"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?"  is her favorite line.

She is my Sol and I am her Luna

We think we are made for each other.

But I guess Sol is made for Sky.

In every moment I laid my eyes on her, it feels like the first time we've met.

She's my hope, whenever I am with her, everything seems possible.

If I am a painter she is my priceless masterpiece.

She's my angel.

My embodiment of comfort.

In her, I found peace.

Inher, I found my home.


"Let's end this."

No third-party, no cheating, no one is involve with our break up.

"I still love you" I reach for her hand and tightly intertwined our fingers thinking she won't leave if I will hold her tight.

"You are still the heartache worth having" she look at me straight in the eyes with the tears rolling down on her cheeks.

"But I used to pray every night before falling asleep for him to heal your heart and now? I am silently crying begging God to heal and fix my pieces you broke while you are fixing yours."

"I am always choosing you Jennie, but this time? Let me choose myself."

Staying in a relationship isn't just about staying in love. 

Because sometimes...love isn't enough.

"Let us now continue our story" she hugged me. I don't want to let go.

"Separately"

With that, I lost my favorite subject of every poem I wrote.

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