I was happy with you sometimes, but then something went wrong. It was beautiful while it lasted. I think it was nothing more than just a puppy love. It's not really love. I was naive. I was wrong. We both were. And forgetting it the best way to go. Maybe things could've been different if our ego weren't so high up in the sky. Maybe we could've fixed it. Maybe we could go back to the way it was. True, so much maybe and possibility, but we can never know the future. And I don't want to wait and see. Because in waiting, there could be more disappointments.
No more regrets. We should go on living. So much more to find in life. This is not the end. It's a beginning. Kind of like the universe's dare for us to do better in the future. So let's make the best of it.
I won't let you in again. I can't. You are my past. A part of my memories. As I am, yours. And I want us to stay that way. I'm letting you go now.
With love,
I.A.
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