February is the month that passes quickly for me
Having only 28 days (exactly 4 weeks), it is the shortest month of the year
But even so, I always wished that the month would pass by even more quickly
So fast that I would forget the day when you first confessed your feelings to me
The day that was marked on my calendar as our anniversary.

Years have passed, I’ve been trying to move on.
As the cliche goes, the end was for the better
I used to be bitter about it but I am grateful now.
Thankful that you saved both of us for the eventual heartache
Thankful that you chose your career so I was forced to do the same
Thankful that I loved and I was loved in return.

I’ve returned and/or given away most of the mementoes,
But every now and then, something would remind me of you.
Memories tucked at the back of my mind resurfacing
Regrets for not appreciating your love and sacrifices guilt me.

February for me was the month of you
But now, it will be my month
The month of forgiving myself for not knowing back then the things I know now
The month for freedom and self-love
The month for new beginnings and new chapters.

Love,
February