You'll probably never see this, but it's here if you ever happen to stumble upon it.
Dear You,
The boy with the emerald eyes. The boy that I used to know and held so dear to my heart for all those years. I'm sorry that things didn't work out how we wanted them to. I'm sorry that we let each other down. I'm sorry that I was so angry towards you. I'm sorry for hurting you because you hurt me.
I'm not sorry for it happening and giving it a chance though. You know, you only broke my heart because I failed to realize that the years that passed changed you, changed me, changed us. I put you on a pedestal and you couldn't live up to who I remembered you as or who I wanted you to become. We were so silly to assume we'd pick up and get a happily ever after. So foolish and wrapped up by the possibility of obtaining a fairy tale ending.
I'm not angry for the lies you told in order to keep me for longer, to appease me for the time being. I'm no longer resentful nor do I feel like you fooled me into thinking you were someone else. I saw who you were, I just didn't want to really see it. To really look at you and peel back the layers down to your core. I. You. We saw the cracks and patched them up with false hopes. I. You. We wanted so badly to have faith that love could conquer all. I told myself that there was so much potential and good in you, but you were right, things would have never worked out. You said it yourself the other night. You're a self fulfilling prophecy because you don't try for anything and don't think anything is worth it. That's perfectly okay because you are who you are, and that person is not my person.
We're on different paths that no longer cross. I don't think of you anymore and that visceral connection is long gone. It makes me sad to admit this, but I never knew you and you never knew me. We were only holding on to memories of each other and filling in the gaps with childish quixotic dreams of what could be.
I just wanted it all to work out so much that I ignored the signs and flags throughout and allowed myself to get lost completely. I didn't and still don't recognize the chemically imbalanced lunatic I became in that tumultuous year we held each other captive under the false pretenses of trying for love.
This time, will be the last last last time I bury that box to never be retrieved again. This time, I know how the story unfolds and ends. There's no rewriting it, and I've finally let you go.
I do wish you well and hope that you find peace and happiness one day.
Goodbye.
The boy with the emerald eyes. The boy that I used to know and held so dear to my heart for all those years. I'm sorry that things didn't work out how we wanted them to. I'm sorry that we let each other down. I'm sorry that I was so angry towards you. I'm sorry for hurting you because you hurt me.
I'm not sorry for it happening and giving it a chance though. You know, you only broke my heart because I failed to realize that the years that passed changed you, changed me, changed us. I put you on a pedestal and you couldn't live up to who I remembered you as or who I wanted you to become. We were so silly to assume we'd pick up and get a happily ever after. So foolish and wrapped up by the possibility of obtaining a fairy tale ending.
I'm not angry for the lies you told in order to keep me for longer, to appease me for the time being. I'm no longer resentful nor do I feel like you fooled me into thinking you were someone else. I saw who you were, I just didn't want to really see it. To really look at you and peel back the layers down to your core. I. You. We saw the cracks and patched them up with false hopes. I. You. We wanted so badly to have faith that love could conquer all. I told myself that there was so much potential and good in you, but you were right, things would have never worked out. You said it yourself the other night. You're a self fulfilling prophecy because you don't try for anything and don't think anything is worth it. That's perfectly okay because you are who you are, and that person is not my person.
We're on different paths that no longer cross. I don't think of you anymore and that visceral connection is long gone. It makes me sad to admit this, but I never knew you and you never knew me. We were only holding on to memories of each other and filling in the gaps with childish quixotic dreams of what could be.
I just wanted it all to work out so much that I ignored the signs and flags throughout and allowed myself to get lost completely. I didn't and still don't recognize the chemically imbalanced lunatic I became in that tumultuous year we held each other captive under the false pretenses of trying for love.
This time, will be the last last last time I bury that box to never be retrieved again. This time, I know how the story unfolds and ends. There's no rewriting it, and I've finally let you go.
I do wish you well and hope that you find peace and happiness one day.
Goodbye.