At the end of the train.

Prologue.

"To love. To lose. And still be kind.🌺"

This book is dedicated to every person in my life; the ones that have left a fingerprint, the ones who left me heart-broken, the ones who wrote me poetry and I wrote poetry about, the ones who saw me crying, nevertheless, the ones who have seen my mirth shining all over my face, the ones who got their heart broken, and the ones who broke hearts, the ones who stay awake till six in the morning, and lastly, the ones who wake up at six in the morning.

I'm writing about you.

I'm writing to you.

I remember when I was nineteen. I wrote hate letters to those who have destroyed my life and made it a living hell. And decided when I commit suicide at the age of twenty, they will be given these letters, so that they know how much they have hurt me.

I have matured. I have matured so much after that; I'm now writing down a book called "At the end of the train" in which there will be letters, but to those who are decorating my life, or even decorated it and left a positive fingerprint after they have left.

I became mature. I now appreciate the good in my life before crying over what have destroyed me.

And you will see by yourself, that at the end of the train lies something beautiful. At the end of the train lies a door; a door that you will never know what's behind it of beauteous masterpieces unless you open it.

Enjoy the read.