Just do me a favor, BE HAPPY. Go find yourself. I’m setting you free.It’s hard to give you that freedom. Because I always wanted you to be mine. But you needed that. We need that. I don’t want to exile you in a commitment while you are confused about something left unfinished. So I have to let you go for you to figure out what you want. If you really want me in your life or not. I know that I will never replace her or you will never love me as much as you love her but this is me saying I love you to you by setting you free. I love you this much for me to have the courage to do the right thing. The truth is, it will never be okay for me to let you go. The thought of it will always breaks my heart. And I will miss everything about you, about us and how we used to be. But I have to do this for you. I wanted you to be happy. Anything that will make you happy even how much it hurts in my part will be okay. I’m willing to take that risk. Until you are fully recovered. Until you settled what you need to settle in your past. Until you let go of what you’ve been holding on for too long.
And then after, if you are whole and complete. If you still want me, I’ll be here. I’ll just be here waiting for you to comeback. When you are ready to give your heart to me. The whole you. No space or part or division. Everything about you. I’ll be here. I’ll be the happiest girl in the world.
But if somewhere in your healing and soul searching, you forget about me. Do not worry. I’ll be fine. If that tiny love you have for me die along the way and won’t be able to survive the situation, I will accept it wholeheartedly. I won’t lie to you, it will hurt the shit out of me. But as long as you are happy, I guess I can bear it.
I was never ready for you to leave. I was never ready to set you free. But I am brave enough to do this because I love you. And I want the best for you. I’ll miss you. I’ll miss saying I love you everyday. I’ll miss forcing you to eat and bring umbrella. I’ll miss your voice. I’ll miss your time.
I know that we will still talk every now and then. But it will never be the same. Because this time, I can’t call you mine anymore. And I am not your girl. There are a lot of things I will still want to tell you, but I can’t anymore. Because now, there’s you. Then there’s me. But there’s no US or WE.