When I think about you, when I think about us, I want to think about all the good things. I want to remember when I met you, when I smiled, when I was so sure that you and I were going to last.
Because with you, at the very least, I knew I would come back to you no matter what. I knew in my heart that we would make our way back to each other. Because that’s what real love can do.
It took me a little while to understand one very important thing. You are never going to be enough for me. You have the best intentions, you have such a good heart but for whatever reason, you always fell short.
And you never really came through for me in the ways I wanted you to.
So, I’m telling you now, this is goodbye. And I don’t know what else to say besides that.
I could spend time trying to make sure, to tell you that I would back when the time was right. But the truth is, as much as saying goodbye hurts, it hurts more holding on.
I know what this means. It means that there’s no going back. There’s no more I’ll see you soons, and most importantly, there are no more hellos.
I can’t go back to you now. I can’t change what already happened and I’ll never be anything but grateful for every moment we had together.
But I have to say goodbye and mean it this time because there’s nothing I want more than to stay.
And that’s the most dangerous, the biggest reason why I can’t this time.
I don’t think I’ll ever stop wishing that things would change, but I can stop wishing that you would.
No matter what happens next, I know that I can say that I did everything I could before I finally walked away.