I've been thinking ;
If I told you I need you because my Sanity is at stake, Would you stay?
Hmmm, as expected, your answer would be a no.Because I don't mean to you as much as you mean to me. But I guess I'm just suppose to move on because well, it's not worth waiting for you. Because at the end of the day. I'd still be your friend, and nothing more than that.
I want to tell you to stop telling me your secrets because you trust me. I want to loose my temper with you. I want to scream at you and be mad with you.
But I guess you figured out my weakness. Because I could never be that way with you. And you know it damn well and you use it to your advantage. Screwed me up at the end didn't you?
You should know that I'm pretty damn fine without you, that I will be alright, that I don't need you to survive. I'm learning. I'm learning. And I'm still learning. I guess in a small way, I'm glad I fell in love with you because..well BECAUSE.-period-
You do know that I'll still smile when I see you, and hug you and punch your arms and tell silly stories and just talk right? Reason being You're just stupidly oblivious and you keep showing me mixed signals and at the end of the day, I'm wondering, What the hell do you want?
I guess I'm to be blamed too. To expect you to fall in love with me. Selfish isn't it? Too bad. I have to be selfish. I have to be selfish because that's the way you are when it comes to your feelings.
Now it's my turn. It's all fair. We're equal.
I want you to know that after all that crying and hurting and heartbreak,
I have finally moved on.
As she folded the letter and placed it neatly in the envelope, she allowed tears to flow down her cheeks, tasting the saltiness when it finally hit her lips.
She knew she had to go through this as part of her recovery. She needed him and she loved him but what's the point when she ends up getting hurt again and again?
She was glad in some ways because she finally came to her senses and decided to just let go.
As she cried even more thinking of the memories the two of them shared, she suddenly became aware of the candle illuminating the room at the corner of her table.
She stood,took a quick glance around and held the corner of the letter above the flame.
She watched as the envelope burn and the edges curl,slowly disintegrating merely into ashes. It was then she knew, she had finally moved on.