You've done what you feel is best for you. I can't ask you to do differently though part of me wants to. You have no obligation to me anymore Dan. No ties, no responsibility, and certainly no guilt.
I was sitting outside my house with Jim talking about the days of waiting till dark so that you could come to my house and throw things at my window. Remember the time I had mono, and I was passed out on vicodin, and I didn't hear you guys but my dad called the cops?
It made me smile a little, remembering how I'd get outside and you'd just wrap your arms around me, hold me against the cold.
We're not that girl and boy anymore. I had wished, hoped, dreamed that that love could have bloomed into the everlasting kind that survives marital spats, dental bills and shirts that need ironing. I know that was what I wanted...what I still want.
What I failed to notice over the past year or so, is that that dream wasn't yours anymore. You wanted to let go, but I kept holding on tighter. Had I been there right now...perhaps things might have been different. Perhaps we'd have rediscovered each other and been just as in love as ever.
That's the fairy tale believing portion of my heart speaking. I know well enough that it wouldn't have changed a thing.
Because you don't love me Dan. That kills me inside, but I realized last night that it's true. Perhaps you remember loving that girl; but you certainly don't love me. Maybe you never really have.
What I felt grew into the marital spats and dental bills love. Yours stagnated and you kept holding on because you didn't know how to let me go.
Now you have Elizabeth. I hope for your sake that you can give each other the everlasting love that I wanted so badly to give you.
I want happiness for you. I want the best for you.
I was sitting outside my house with Jim talking about the days of waiting till dark so that you could come to my house and throw things at my window. Remember the time I had mono, and I was passed out on vicodin, and I didn't hear you guys but my dad called the cops?
It made me smile a little, remembering how I'd get outside and you'd just wrap your arms around me, hold me against the cold.
We're not that girl and boy anymore. I had wished, hoped, dreamed that that love could have bloomed into the everlasting kind that survives marital spats, dental bills and shirts that need ironing. I know that was what I wanted...what I still want.
What I failed to notice over the past year or so, is that that dream wasn't yours anymore. You wanted to let go, but I kept holding on tighter. Had I been there right now...perhaps things might have been different. Perhaps we'd have rediscovered each other and been just as in love as ever.
That's the fairy tale believing portion of my heart speaking. I know well enough that it wouldn't have changed a thing.
Because you don't love me Dan. That kills me inside, but I realized last night that it's true. Perhaps you remember loving that girl; but you certainly don't love me. Maybe you never really have.
What I felt grew into the marital spats and dental bills love. Yours stagnated and you kept holding on because you didn't know how to let me go.
Now you have Elizabeth. I hope for your sake that you can give each other the everlasting love that I wanted so badly to give you.
I want happiness for you. I want the best for you.
I will always, always love you.
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