Seeing your smile used to be the highlight of my day. No doubt, your voice was once my favorite sound. I couldn’t ask for more than just holding your hand while walking, under the blue sky above, in the crowd. Being able to have you in my life, was really, the best thing that ever happened to me. But it wasn’t ever enough. I tried things to work out; I let you plant flowers in me and I let them grow, but they started to wither since the day you lied to me. I let you touch me like a newly released book you’ve been waiting all week, but I ripped out from that day you’ve cheated on me. I let you see the abstract in me, but you slowly faded away, leaving the memories and promises we’ve made. I let myself believe every time you say “I love you.” though I know, it hasn’t meant a thing. Nothing would make me even more happy than seeing happy, even if it is not me that would make you feel that way. Even if it is not me you’re wanting to wake up right next to you. Even if it is not me you’ll share a cup of coffee every morning. Even if it is not my hands you’re holding to every time you walk in the crowd. Even if it is not my lips that fits on yours. Even if it is not my name, you’ve been calling. I want you to be happy, even if it would cause me too much pain. I wouldn’t stop loving you just because there’s somebody else who does. Let me still love you, though I am letting you go. Thank you for everything. We may be the most fleeting of all these things in the world, thank you, for making me feel how being in love feels like drowning yourself in the ocean, it’s slowly killing you, but you actually know that you wouldn’t die. You just wait, until someone saves you and help you stay afloat. I’ll be okay. Live well. I love you, always.
Last message to you, love.