I’ve been trying to hold on to you for so long, but I realized I was holding on to a ghost, because the You that I miss is not really you anymore. You’ve changed, you’re a totally different person, and it’s foolish of me to think that you’ll ever be who you used to be, and selfish of me to ask you to do that. It hurts too much to be like this, pretending that everything’s okay, when it’s not. I can’t do this anymore, to myself and to you. I can’t keep lying anymore..
I’m letting go, and I hope it’s for real this time. I know I’m hurting you, but trust me, no one’s as hurt as I am right now. I know it’s gonna be bad now, but it’s better this way, for both of us.
I’m going to miss everything about you, your morning texts, your random calls during the day, our long conversations in the night, our silly fights, the hugs, our weird picture taking [haha], I’m gonna miss your long lectures, and all those times when you held me while I cried telling me that it’s all going to be alright. You were always right.
And now it’s your turn to listen to me when I tell you that it’s all going to be alright for us, it’ll all get better, and we’ll both be happy in the end. I promise you.
Know that I love you, and I always will.
I found this letter while going through old diaries last night, and I thought I’d share it.