It seems like you're always a step ahead. It seems like you've been leaving me behind slowly, and as much as I wanted you to be here...you're always further and further away. Now I'll mark this day as the day I will leave you be, and leave you to the past because you're the only one I look forward to seeing when I would think about the past. Now both you and the past are at the same stature in a way that both of you are just figments of my thoughts and imaginations. Just hopes, but dreams that are dimensions too far to grasp. Before, I would base my decisions on you, being that you are my future. But if you really are then you will be. And who am I to deny the real one?
I'm sorry that we are this far apart, and maybe it is best this way like you said. I first refused to accept it, but why fight it? You’re always quick to leave just to come back, but you come back itching just to leave. So leave. I don’t mean it in a spiteful or sarcastic way. I mean it in a way to free you. Maybe you didn’t need to hear it because you already are, but it’s also a way to free myself from you.
I used to have dreams about you, even the ones during the day in class and at work. I would brag about you. I even considered you as an ambition, which meant I was committed. And commitment, even from me, was rarely rendered to anything…except you. That’s what made it hurt. But it’s ok. That’s what I call bittersweet…and through time, I’ve learned to enjoy it just like my cup of coffee. My days start bittersweet from the moment I wake up thinking of you to the last sip of my coffee.
For the past, I’ve forgotten. But you, never because you were different in a good way. And if I would die today, I would choose to marry you because you’ve been the best. But since I’m not and you're too far, I will leave you be.
Was sincerely yours,
MRLW
P.S. Sorry if I didn’t make sense. But for some reason I have a feeling that you understood. But if you didn’t, it’s ok. It might be better that way. It gets harder and easier in time just like you said.
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