I was the greatest calamity that occurred for your entire existence of harmony. None of our friends neither you, had a forecast that I was a fucking disaster in the end to be with. I couldn’t even predict the weather I was in. There were times when I was warm and luminescent as the sun. I would dazzle you with such intensity as the love I had for you. I could had given you pieces of me till the time I no longer feel whole without you. Temperature and wind changes. I would rain on you during a sunny day. I went on for days without talking and telling you how I missed you. I refused to answer your calls and texts revealing how miserable you felt. The downpour didn’t baffle and hinder the affection you had always kept for me. It wasn’t enough for me to just destruct two or three houses down. I fucking caused a havoc in you. I brought all of your emotions down until there was nothing left to save. I made cosmic chaos out of you. I formed myself as a hurricane to let you die. But you survived all of these tragedies. You remained hopeful that there will still be brighter days for us. I couldn’t stay any longer. I abandoned you to your hopes to see those brighter days with someone better.