What could be more painful than letting go? Knowing your favorite person being inlove with someone else cuts so deep. We are not on the same boat anymore. I have to sail on my own. My lights went out, and you’re not here to share your spark. I was too afraid. These are the changes that I was ill-equipped of. Then this thought – it hurts more to hold on.
I thought I already went through worst. But you, you are something else. You make my knees so weak. You make my heart skip a beat. You just did not make me feel alive. You made me want to live, and just like that you killed me, and it was then I realized that everything was never random, everything happens for a reason.
This is the last time that I am ever going to write about you. It’s time to turn the page. You are in someone else’s story now. No longer in mine. I’m done enduring the pain. I cried hard enough. This is the last time that I will ever let a tear fall from my eyes because of you. I am done and I will move on, slowly, but I’ll make sure I’ll get there. I’m not going to let this get the best of me. Life moves on and so should I. I’ll start over and I will emerge stronger and wiser. I am letting you go now.
And if letting you go means that I love you.
Then I love you.
“Have fun out there.”