‘The hardest thing I
have ever done is walk away still madly in love with you’
-unknown
Hi, you.
This is my goodbye, to
our good memories and our bad, to our inside jokes and the ones we never quite
got, and to all the what ifs we had and all the plans we made.
The hardest part of it
all is knowing that you still roam the earth loving people who aren’t me, who
could’ve been me, or maybe, in a different reality, we’re still together,
loving each other in a way that’s not toxic.
I know I’ve been hard
on you lately, mostly when we had just broke up. I be talking like ‘fuck you’
and ‘I hate you’, or ‘I’m glad we broke it up’ but at night be up in my bed,
looking at our picture, thinking ‘damn, I miss you, I miss us’.
But trust me, I did love you. More
than I loved myself.
When we ended, I was
grieving in silence, couldn’t tell anyone because they felt I should be
through. The heartache I felt is so hard to take and every day, I forced myself
to smile and pretend.
They said, when we
lose someone we love, we must learn not to live without them, but to live with
the love they left behind. I tried, and I still am trying to live with
everything you left me behind.
Yesterday I saw you,
an update of what’s going on inside your beautiful life, in an Instagram story
you updated. You still look so handsome, manly and cute at the same time. You
always have that kind of vibe, and I used to love it so much. You look so
happy, and that’s the most important part, you are happy, and you should be. I am
happy that you are.
But it left me with this
overwhelming emotion that I couldn’t explain. Maybe, just maybe, I still miss the old
us, but you and I have our own lives now, and I have to accept that. Me, and you,
not being us. We both have someone else to love.
And here we are, on
our part ways as a couple, to really let go of everything we had; the love, the
pain, the argue, the jokes, the happiness, and left it behind in the past.
So here I am, saying
goodbye to the possibilities of us. I hope you’re always happy. You will always
have a place in my heart.
Love,
J
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