I was never your type. I didn’t grow to be your type. And after all the tears, I now figured, that’s alright. I was your filler, the same way you were to me. We were each other’s bridge, a reminder, to where we should be going, to where we should be. I hope I led you to a better place, as much as I know you have helped me get to where I am now. I am not your start nor your end, as you were to me, but I was a filler. And sometimes fillers are important and sometimes fillers keep you together, it keeps you from breaking apart, it helps you to move forward.
Everyone passes your life for a reason, and I hope what I was to you is as important as you are to me. Please take care of yourself. Love yourself first. Hopefully its intensity would be way more than these very strong unknown feelings I have for you. As I would advise myself, stop basing your achievements from what you have made others feel – sometimes it’s all you and it can be all you.
Thank you for helping me learn wisdom to know what I can and cannot change. And what you feel? What others feel? I can’t control that. But how I feel about myself, I can change. Thank you for reminding me to love myself. What a waste it would be for me to continuously be scared to show my real self, to hold myself back because of fear.
Thank you for the many lessons, I will not need that last talk I have been bothering you about, that last talk that you have not had the time to give me.
Finally, I have concluded this part of the story. I have made peace with my heart. And finally, I can look back at this chapter as one of my fondest memories, the one that made me who I am now.