I Hope The Next Woman Loves You Better

I didn’t know how to tell you that I was no longer in love with you. I didn’t want to break your heart. So, I ended it with you. It was easier breaking mine than putting you through it. Your heart is so pure and innocent, and mine is so cold. I have felt heartbreak one too many times, and you have not.

I couldn’t tell you that I messed up. I couldn’t look you in the eyes and tell you what was wrong. That another man paid more attention to me and I fell for it—something I had been yearning for from you but could never get. I waited for months to see if you would notice, but day after day, nothing. So, I slowly faded away from your grip and fell deeper into his.

I am free of the burden that was weighing me down for screwing up. I think we both need to see what we want without each other. Because you wanted more than what I could give, and me, well, I’m still picking up pieces that broke a long time ago, so I don’t have much to give.

I’m sorry I didn’t know how to tell you that I was never the right choice for you. You were always too good to me, and I treated you like anybody else. I knew that you were special, but I was always afraid I would get hurt (as always). In the end, it wasn’t you that hurt me, it was me that hurt you.

I am sorry that I couldn’t give you the love that you deserved. The kind of love that moves mountains, the kind of love that is to the moon and back. The “I love you 3000.”

I hope you find someone that sees the sparks in your eyes the way I used to. I hope the next girl that gets the chance to love you knows learns how special you truly are.

I’m sorry.