I can’t deny that I’ve had the best times with you. You knew me more than any person — my crazy quirks, me endless secrets, my stupid routines — everything. I have poured every inch of my being to you. I have loved you with all your heart.
I am not writing this letter because I want to hurt you. I’m writing this because this is the only way I can repair myself. This is my way of mending the wounds you left; my way of filling the empty holes that are slowly consuming me — because the pain has to stop somehow.
I cant lie my heart still shatters every time Im reminded of you. Hell, Id still hear myself apart for you in a heartbeat. But im slowly learning to stop. You would always be a part of me. But somehow — sooner I hope — Ill finally be able to let you go.
I have loved you, maybe I still do. But then again, the pain has to be stopped somehow. I always wished the best for you. But maybe, the best for you does not include me — and Im starting to learn how to live with that. I hope you do too! 🙂