I hope you find whatever it is you’re looking for. I hope that you find the inner peace that you need. I hope you can start to love yourself.
I hope you’re happy and I hope that you wake up every morning and fall in love with your life. I wish you the happiness that I’ve found.
So I’ll say it again: I don’t hate you. I just want you to be happy. Don’t you get that? I’ve only ever wanted you to be happy."
We could have grown apart the old fashioned way- watched our love get old with the seasons. Maybe it would have left us in the fall. I could’ve written a poem about how winter felt without you.
We could have broken each other’s hearts quietly. It could have been sad but simple- you’d stop laughing at my jokes and I’d fall asleep before you even came to bed. Even if our love had to die, we didn’t have to rip it apart.
I want to go back in time and kiss our foreheads. I want to apologize to our younger selves for what we are going to do to them. I want to tell them to pack their things and leave in the night before they set each other on fire. Go. Go now. You don’t have any idea what is coming for you.
It didn’t have to hurt this much. I shouldn’t still be reeling. We could have watched our love grow old with the seasons.