Dear Friend,

you're in love, and that's the way it should be,

because I want you to be happy.

You're in love, and I know your're

in love with the guy I love.

If I haven't told you already,

You really are lovely, and I'm sorry,

I'm sorry that I feel in love with him

the moment I laid eyes on him.

But I made a mistake:

...

 

As I watched the sea rush to shore,

I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes.

"Why are you so speechless?

Can't you tell me that you love me?"

It was no use,

his mind was set off somewhere

far from me,

and it was obvious that he

couldn't answer me.

 

And that was when it hit me,

"How could I ask you that?

I already know... You're still with her,

because you still love her."

 

As my heart sank deeper and deeper,

he still couldn't look at me.

 

This future is darkness.

...

 

Me and him are a memory. Him and her are a reality.

We were never truly together,

he was too afraid of how the world perceived us,

so we lived our lives in concealment,

nothing was scarificed

only my pride, my love, my dreams...

and in the end... We never prevailed.

 

At the time

I believed he was perfect,

a manifestation of my dreams.

 

Hand in hand, we always

painted the image of a fairy-tale.

I knew it was wrong,

but I couldn't control myself,

and then I got myself addicted

to the way he liked to touch me,

I didn't think she would understand

why I loved at his command.

I knew the consequences,

and yet I didn't care, and that

was what ended all of this.

 

He was my friend, my man, and my king,

but my heart was in conflict with itself,

because I knew deep down

that I was living in a fantasy

that was too good to be real,

that I was living a lie.

...

 

But no matter how much it tears me up inside,

the one thing I want right now

is for him to get over his shit and be with you,

because he needs you right now

and whether you like it or not,

you need him, too.

 

So I let him go

because I had to, it hurt too much,

and it seemed to me, that we were hurting everyone around us.

I needed to be able to look at him and still see this great guy that was trustworthy and understanding,

a guy who loved my best friend.

I needed to be able to look at him and see a friend, not just another person who let me down.

I moved on, yes, but that doesn't mean that I've forgotten.

And that doesn't mean that I won't be here anymore if he ever want to come back.

 

 

 

-> Thanks for reading, don't ask why I did it; I did what I had to do, I won't forget, can't regret what I did for love, and all I can do now is learn from what I did.

 

"Some say that holding on is what make us strong, but sometimes it is letting go that makes us stronger."