It's hard for me to write this letter, because the words are escaping me. I wish you could just look at me, and feel what I'm feeling, read my thoughts, understand me.
It feels good to be accepted. It feels good not having to worry about getting hurt. But that doesn't mean I want to be with you.
You know nearly everything about my life, because in an emotional rage, and mental breakdown, I told you. But that doesn't mean I trust you.
The truth is, no one likes being alone. I know that you'd never leave me alone. And that's why I always came back to you. But that doesn't mean I can't live without you.
Fact of the matter is, I have lived without you. I've experienced so much without you. And it made me realize that I'm not in love with you. And I don't know if I ever was.
I don't tingle when I talk to you. Months after we've been apart, I don't think about you before going to sleep. I don't think back on where we've been, and what we've done, and how far we came. When I'm surrounded by friends, I don't miss you.
I'm not in love with you.
You've been a great friend to me, perhaps the best I ever had. Thank you.
I want to somehow return the favor. The only way I know how is by releasing you. You deserve someone who is as passionate about you, as you are them. You deserve someone who wants, and needs you all the time, happy or sad. You deserve someone who wants you for everything you are, and not for anything you do for them. You deserve someone better.
It feels good to be accepted. It feels good not having to worry about getting hurt. But that doesn't mean I want to be with you.
You know nearly everything about my life, because in an emotional rage, and mental breakdown, I told you. But that doesn't mean I trust you.
The truth is, no one likes being alone. I know that you'd never leave me alone. And that's why I always came back to you. But that doesn't mean I can't live without you.
Fact of the matter is, I have lived without you. I've experienced so much without you. And it made me realize that I'm not in love with you. And I don't know if I ever was.
I don't tingle when I talk to you. Months after we've been apart, I don't think about you before going to sleep. I don't think back on where we've been, and what we've done, and how far we came. When I'm surrounded by friends, I don't miss you.
I'm not in love with you.
You've been a great friend to me, perhaps the best I ever had. Thank you.
I want to somehow return the favor. The only way I know how is by releasing you. You deserve someone who is as passionate about you, as you are them. You deserve someone who wants, and needs you all the time, happy or sad. You deserve someone who wants you for everything you are, and not for anything you do for them. You deserve someone better.
I hope you someday begin finding yourself, as I've begun finding me.
Love always,
Marie
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