A letter to the one I once loved so much

Dear One Direction,

     This letter has nothing to do with you imagining squeals or love yous, but in this letter I want to tell you guys that I am no more a directioner and why.

     For three years, you guys were everything to me. Never in my mind I would say or think this band was horrible or falling in love with this band was a mistake because there was some poems that I mashed up a bit because it sounds right, says that love was not a mistake but love arrives when it should and leaves when it must. I would give my whole heart to you five. But that’s just the thing; there were so many people out there that would do just the same as I would, you guys won’t have enough space in your palms to catch it all. But anyhow, I understand why.

     As time passed, I got older and I started to observe my life carefully and much much more slowly. There was this one day, I started to think; will I ever get to meet you? If I do, I will cherish that moment so much until my heart is flooded with just that glimpse of memory but…. Would you? Would you remember the shine in my eyes when I see you in person? Will you remember the curves of my lips after I say I love you because saying I love you is so empowering, I’m afraid that I’ll might misuse it? No. the answer is no.

     I was so sad when there was news saying Liam and Louis started to smoke. Yes, I am very aware that you guys are growing up but no matter how much I comforted myself, the image of you guys smoke just kept raining sadness on me.

     There were actually a lot more reasons why but I am going to stop here. But even when I am not a directioner anymore, the memoir of me once being one will stay me for as long as I could remember.

                                                                                                                                     Yours,

                                                                                                                                      Raida Iman