I’m Letting You Go (Version 2) #233
Funny how everything became a sign to you.
Every argument.
Every bad day.
Every moment we struggled.
Every crack you could find
became another reason
why we were never meant to last.
You called them signs.
I called them excuses.
Because maybe you just wanted to leave
and needed something
anything
to make it easier
to walk away from me.
If you didn’t love me anymore,
why couldn’t you just say it?
Why couldn’t you look me in the eyes
and tell me
that the person I loved with everything in me
no longer loved me back?
It would have destroyed me.
But at least it would have been the truth.
Instead,
you turned everything against us.
Every imperfection became proof.
Every difficult moment became fate
telling you to leave.
While I was still fighting for us.
God,
I was still fighting for us.
Still holding onto the life
I thought we were going to have.
Still believing that seven years
couldn’t just disappear.
Still thinking love meant
you stayed when things became difficult.
But you left.
You actually left.
And I was still standing there
with my heart in my hands,
still wanting you,
still wanting us,
while you had already decided
that I was something
you could live without.
Do you know what that does to a person?
To love someone so deeply
and watch them become comfortable
with never seeing you again?
To lie awake at night
missing someone
who is sleeping perfectly fine
without you?
To keep replaying the ending,
wondering if there was something
you could have said,
something you could have done,
some version of yourself
that would have been enough
to make them stay?
I have tortured myself
with your absence.
I have carried you
long after you stopped carrying me.
And I know
I know I’ve said this
a thousand times before.
I’m letting you go.
But then I find you again
in an old memory,
a song,
a dream,
a place we once stood together.
And suddenly,
I’m right back there
loving someone
who is long gone.
But I can’t do this anymore.
I can’t keep bleeding
for a person
who walked away
and never came back.
I can’t keep waiting
for someone
who already chose a life
without me.
So maybe this goodbye
won’t be beautiful.
Maybe I’ll cry after writing it.
Maybe I’ll miss you tomorrow.
Maybe some part of me
will always love you.
But I have to let you go.
Not because I stopped loving you.
God, I wish it were that easy.
I’m letting you go
because holding onto you
is destroying what is left of me.
You’re gone.
You’ve been gone.
And I have to stop pretending
that loving you enough
will somehow bring you back.
So this is me
finally loosening my grip
on the person
I once thought
I would grow old with.
This is me
burying the future
I still secretly hoped for.
This is me
saying the words
my heart has refused to accept
you are not coming back.
And I cannot keep waiting.
So goodbye.
I loved you.
I loved you more
than I knew how to survive losing.
And maybe that
is why it has taken me so long
to finally say
goodbye.
Yours Faithfully 🌻













