I still miss you. I am haunted by thoughts of you. Sometimes I hate you, sometimes I love you. Sometimes I just hurt too much to fucking care which one it is… That is most of the time.
I came to the conclusion months ago that I loved you unconditionally. And that is just what it means: uncontiondionally. It doesn’t matter if you love me back or not, I love you for your soul. It has always been understood. I feel peace when I acknowledge the truth and let go of the rest.
Reality is that you hurt me far deeper than almost anyone else has. You are never there when I need you. You don’t want the same things out of life that I do.
Reality is that you love me too. Unconditionally. You don’t want me to leave. That I am it for you. The only girl you ever want in your life. The only one you want, period. You ‘get’ me.
Reality is that this is not enough for me to be around any longer. I love you. That will never change.
It’s time to say good-bye.