Dear You,
I hope all is well. I hope that your sun is still shining, your Earth is still rotating, and you are still having the time of your life. Even after everything you’ve done I still feel as if I need to apologize. I am sorry for leaving you. I am sorry for walking away, but I had to. It hurt, you hurt, I couldn’t do it anymore. I don’t remember what the final straw was. I think it was just the little things that built up over time. Maybe it was that you were always there when you needed something from me and never there when I needed you. I guess it was that you’ve lied more times than I could ever count. It was that everything was always “grey” as if “black and white” and “yes or no” aren’t concepts that exist in your world. Or maybe it was that I barely exist in your world.
Not everything needs to be easy, but being with you never needed to be that hard. I have tried so hard to hold onto everything good. I hold onto every smile, every time we belted out to some song on the radio, every late night drive, every time I could capture your attention for an extended moment, and every word you have said that made me feel like I was important. I still keep all of those things in the back of my mind. Not every person you cut ties with is easy, even if they give you the scissors in the end. There are still things that remind me of you, of us. They always say that there is comfort in what we find familiar. There are still days that I want to reach out to you and tell you that I take it all back. But I know that I can’t. I know that there is a reason I needed to walk away from you.
