This is nothing. Everything else is just a fantasy, a romanticized idea of what we could’ve been if you never left. I’m glad I met you but this has to end now. Whatever this thing is between us, it won’t work out if I’m the only one making an effort. If it’s always me sending my affections across 2000 miles and if all you can do is say pretty words to sway me back into falling for you. You should’ve initiated more conversations, made me feel that you wanted something more than just a mere memory to be set aside. I’m ready. I’ve prepared myself enough. I’m letting you go. Although I’m freeing myself from the clutches of your mystery, I won’t ever forget how happy you made me, no matter how short. Never.
Goodbye, C. Thank you, truly, for everything.