After all this time, I think it’s safe to say that sometimes, no matter how much you try and push things into places, instead of coming together all they do is fall apart.
And you and I could have been something really good together. And for a little while, we were. You made me happy and I made you better.
That should have been enough.
For some reason, for you, it never was. It didn’t matter how much I tried, how much of myself I gave up just to make you feel a little bit bigger. I always lost.
For a while, I thought that losing you was my fault. And what’s more, I really thought that you were the best that I could do. I thought that your half love was the only kind I deserved. And that just a little bit was good enough.
But now I’ve finally come to understand that I’ll always be better off without someone like you.
Because whatever I did, it was never interesting enough, never clever or funny or loving enough. What kind of person can do that to someone else’s heart? Tear them down just to remind them who’s in control.
I never thought you were capable, but I was wrong. Looking back I don’t think I’ve ever been more wrong about someone.
It’s taken me some time to get to back to where I was, to who I was. And if it’s anything I can take away from this, it’s that you are the one who missed out.
All your mistakes, all the pain you caused, it might take a little longer to hit you, but I promise one day you’ll wake up, and finally get it.
I was the best thing that ever happened to you. I was the only one who stayed in your corner no matter what. And you lost that. It wasn’t me it was all you.
So I think it’s okay to say this now. You were never the best thing to happen to me. You aren’t even worth a memory now.
And maybe when the time is right, I’ll be able to forgive you for teaching me a lesson the hard way. For almost breaking my heart or for wasting my time.
But for right now, I am slowly erasing you. And I have to be honest, it’s never felt so good to let go.