The day you left was like a apocalypse waiting to happen for a long, long time.
My entire world came crumbling down, the moment you said goodbye.
As you left, a part of me also went along with you.
I craved, not for that part but for you.
But, I don’t regret letting you go.
You wanted to change my individual existence. You wanted to crush my identity, that I had established after eons and eons of toiling. And this, wasn’t possible.
I know, only magic can help me to forget all your memory.
But one thing that I could be always proud of is, I don’t regret letting you go.