Dear P,

I can make myself believe in many things.

I can say that you weren’t worth it for a million different reasons. I can list out your flaws and justify exactly why you would not have been a good match for me anyway.

But at the end of the day, I still love you. I still adore you to pieces. I still miss you, and I still want only the best for you.

The one and only remedy to the pain of losing my everything is to erase you from my life. Smudge you out so that I see a few grey outlines.

I know that one day it won’t matter at all anymore. I know that it will take time, perhaps years, when I am hardly affected by you. I long for that day, but sometimes I don’t.

Call me dramatic, but I cannot bear to have you as anything but my lover. Mentally I forgive, but my heart simply cannot do so.

I wish you well. I hope that you find happiness and that this world is good to you.

Love,

O