I’m not sure I’m ready to put this into words but I know if I don’t try I’ll continue regretting not putting into words what needs to be said. So, at least at the end of this, no matter how it ends, I can at least say I tried.
In those past 10 year's with you, I’ve learnt a lot. About myself, about relationships, being an adult, about love. I’ve learnt that I’m the type of person who loves with her entire being. When I love or care about someone, I let my entire world revolve around them. That’s what I did with you. You came into my life at a time when I wasn’t ready for anyone, let alone you. You came into my life and you weren’t a person–you were this entity that I became enraptured with. Your infectious personality, your incredible way with words, your delectable charm–it all seemed too good to be true. I think what it comes down to is I became involved with you before I was ever ready. I didn’t take the time to figure out what I wanted and what I needed from someone–from you, from our relationship. When we started all of this, you made it very clear you didn’t want a relationship. I thought it was because you were scared or you’d been hurt. I know now it’s because you’re not capable of having a relationship—at least not the kind I want.
I’m going to be honest with you because that’s what people who care about each other do. This is something I’ve been dealing with for a long time and it’s gone on long enough because honestly, it hurts too much. It’s not fair. I’m holding on because I hope things will change, which is perfectly reasonable, but I can’t change a person. I can’t change you, and I can’t change your situation. I can only change myself and the situations I choose to be a part of. You choose to let this nonsense continue and I’ve tried to understand and ignore it, but I can’t anymore. If you wanted to move on, you could.
I thought you valued me something, I realize that it was all a farce of yours to deceive me for so long with something so important. You would have been honest from the beginning and everything would have been different. I am not angry at you, and I wasn’t. More than being angry, I was hurt; hurt because I thought I was the one who failed to make an effort every single time. I was in the constant process of chiseling myself to please you, to an extent that I have nothing left other than a broken piece of my heart.
I just want you to realize what I’m worth. I invite you into my life, my head, my heart, my family, my bed. That is all very special, and not everyone I meet is entitled to those things. I’ve given you everything and in return, you’re not even really mine.
Whether you leave me or I leave you, I am going to miss you—this will be something I never quite get over. I’m going to feel heartbroken—like a failure, someone who just couldn’t make it work despite his best efforts. But if it doesn’t end, I continue looking stupid and foolish because I let this happen. But, life sucks sometimes. The most I can do is embrace the heartache and hold onto my pride which I have slowly been losing with each day I ignore the other major relationship in your life. I hate being alone, but I am 100% content knowing that I will not give myself to anyone undeserving.
I love you. I’ve never cared about anyone as much as I do for you. I would do almost anything for you—anything you ask of me. The memories I get to keep as a result of being with you are some of the best I have.
I’ve fought for you in the only possible way I know how—by being there for you and loving you. But I realize I’m fighting a losing battle. You’re everything to me—and I’m not much to you, and the sickest thing, and even I have to admit this, is that at the end of the day, I will let this happen, I will turn the other way.
I am thankful I cared, you were my first “Love” You were my everything. I was head over heals. I got up in the middle of the night to comfort you. I hurt and cried with you when life was tough. I snuggled and was vulnerable with you. And because of that, I know what it means to love. I know what it feels like to truly care for someone. And I know what it’s like when that love is not reciprocated. It hurts like hell and makes you want to curl up and die, but I know now that I can’t let anyone else tell me how to feel. I’m a hopeless romantic that loves being in love, but now I don’t kid myself into loving someone who doesn’t love me back.
You knew what you were doing and you knew it would hurt me but somehow that still didn’t stop you.
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