Itâs just three words.
Eight letters.
You never meant it when you said it, Did you?
I guess Iâll never know, Because youâll never tell me.
And thatâs okay.
Iâm okay.
I feel free.
He makes me feel free.
He made me love again.
But he knows I still love you.
And that I wonât ever stop.
But heâs okay, Okay with that too.
I love him.
The way I love you.
Iâve finally moved on.
Iâm finally happy.
You broke my heart, So bad.
But you want to know something?
I know itâs healed now.
He healed it.
How do I know?
Because I donât cry whenever I think of you, Not like I used to, Not anymore.
My heart, Itâs whole again.
Thank you for all of the good days you gave me.
Thank you for all of the pain, Because without it, I never could have become who I am now.
Thank you for being you.
I guess this is the end.
My final goodbye.
I started writing these letters 364 days ago, A few letters a month.
Itâs almost been a full year now.
Even though youâve never replied, And you probably never will, Iâll always love you.
Just know that.
Okay?
Just because Iâm not writing these often, Doesnât mean that I wonât think of you every day.
I will.
Trust me, I donât think Iâll ever not think of you.
You gave me too many memories that I could never forget.
You were once my anchor, If only I couldâve been yours too.
Goodbye, my lost love.
This is my last letter to you.
Because, one year ago today...
Was the day you died.