To You, At 25

To You, At 25

Isn’t she flourishing 
living the dreams she once carried,
chasing what once felt so distant,
seeking her place, her constant?

Wherever she may be,
she has persevered with grace,
gone to great lengths,
weathering her storms on the open sea.

Life at mid twenty—  
so far away, yet so near.  
suspended between the echoes of youth  
and the promises of future you  

We are finding our footing,  
empowered by each other's rooting

Will we eventually find it?

Almost half our lives, together.  
The first five were seamless, entwined like the ticking of a clock.  
We saw each other in every heartbeat, our trust as solid as rock
The next five years, we scattered into our dreams,  
busy, yes, but we fought to stay as a team  
And though I wished for more,  
I am grateful we nurtured this bond and soared

In the future five,  
we will be adults,  
living the lives we once only dreamt.  
I hope, wherever you are,  
we are still together—in spirit, in laughter, in tears.  
Don’t you agree?  
Friendship takes tending,  
but we both know it’s worth defending.

Ten years have passed since the start,  
and five more before we reach thirty
But in the grand stretch of time,  
we have so many more years to create,  
so many more chapters to write.

A little wiser, more mature,  
discussing life instead of homework.  
Yet, even now, we still look back,  
the laughter, the dreams,  
hopefully, we never lose our beam.

Here’s to another ten, and beyond.  
To us, always.  

25

she who just started living

yet a bulk of memories and regret trails

she who barely learned to breathe

yet now breathless from adulthood’s grills

she who just managed to wriggle her fingers

yet now losing everything through her grip

she who sighs at her trickling past

or maybe from the future’s anxious trip

but may she remember

while time may rust iron

 time will also make diamond

after all how would you know high

if you’ve never experienced low?

she can only flourish from here,

and she definitely will, as we know.

she, so genuine, loyal, and beautiful

may she be always happy and at peace

happy 25, where your story truly starts

may your joy and wisdom never cease

my first june

i pray you find this one day

that you were searching up my name like i do for you

that you were wondering how i am

that you slept thinking about our what ifs

and that you dreamt the same heart wrenching scene 

we were 18 when i called it off 

this would keep me insane for the next 7 years

and going 

leaving you then is my biggest regret 

i searched high and low for your replicate,

but nobody could replace your presence 

i miss you

yet i know i don’t deserve you 

you are never coming back, 

and i religiously pray everyday to see you again

you said you forgave me,

then could we start over again?

i wish you find this letter 

and know how much i really want you back

7 times i wished you happy birthday in silence 

on the first sunshine in june 

7 times i celebrated our anniversary in sadness

on the 18th of january 

and many more times to come, i wish you could stop this

if i could turn back time 

i will go back to that day and show myself

how much that terrible decision will cost