The Helium Balloons

To every person who never reached out; every old friend who has let go of our friendship; every person who entered my life and disappeared without explanation; every man who ever stirred my feelings only to leave thereafter. You are the helium balloons I’ve held onto for too long; the ones I clinged to more than I should have; the ones who would’ve flown away so easily as soon as I would’ve let go. You are the ones who floated in my atmosphere, somewhere in my wishful dreams, but never really stood beside me on the ground. You are the ones who, at times, made me question why I feel so heavy, why I can’t float as well, why I can’t be careless, why I can’t put down my weight. But you see, I have a heart that is quite heavy. It’s full of heavy things. Like caring too much. Feeling too much. Thinking too much. Being too much. You don’t get me. I understand. But I won’t change. I won’t cut pieces of myself just so that I can float by your side. That is why I’m letting you go. You were never meant to stay anyway.

Ever since I was a little girl, writing has been my passion and my escape. I wanted a platform where this small voice - that usually dares only be heard by the notebook in the corner of my room - can reach out to the world. I have always been fascinated by this ability we have to turn a transient thought or feeling into something that could last forever and that could be communicated to any other member of our species who would stumble upon it. After all, we're one and the same, aren't we? Our hopes, dreams, fears, pain, joy are what make us who we are. This page is for you out there reading it, so I invite you to delve into this notebook as if it were your own. Welcome to my notebook. Many thanks to the creator of this page who made my dream come true.

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