I hate writing this letter because it makes me remember the past. The past that was beautiful and is painful. The past that I want to forget. The past that I still can’t forget.
I am writing this letter to say “I’M SORRY”. I am sorry if I was so immature. I am sorry for all the fault. I am sorry if I was too in love. I am sorry if I was so selfish and possessive. And that, you, made me. You made me a better person. You made me the better version of myself. I wanted to see you again and talk to you and all before I leave but I think it’s still not the right time. God just gave me a sign. If God could just give me a sign again…
You gave me i guess your half and I gave you my all. Both of us are responsible of what happened but I know I am the last one who gave up. You were the first. I was willing to fight for MY love but you pushed me away to the extent I no longer take it so I was the one who decide to leave because that was my only option to escape all the pain and its funny because until now, I’m still in pain. I wanted to hug you and say I miss you and I still love you so much, that please come back and we will make it right this time and it still hurt like hell but I’m not going to do that. I am not going to do that because I learned to love myself and I don’t want to see myself suffering and hurting again. I won’t let that happen, AGAIN. I wanted to cry. I wanted to say how painful this is but I’m strong and tough and brave. If we could just fix this…
I wanted to thank you because you taught me what love is. You taught me how to be strong, how to hold on and how to give up. You taught me everything and that made me love you like forever. I wanted to say that I wanted to be with you right now because you can fix me but I know you can’t. I wanted to say you can still make me happy but I know its impossible. Until now, at the back of my mind I am still hoping that “WE” are really meant to be but I am moving on. I’m moving on because its for the better. I hope you miss me too like how I miss you. My heart is tearing right now I can feel. I believe one day, this feeling of mine, will go away. I wanted to be happy, not because of anyone but because of myself. If you are reading this (that is, IMPOSSIBLE) I wanted to say I STILL LOVE YOU but I am moving on and shit.
This letter is so confusing I know. I’m now better but not totally alright. Oh God, please help me.
– Twenty Thirteen

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