The closure we got feels empty and wrong, but I want you to be happy. I’ve always wanted to tell you that I love you too but I never got to. I hope that you can love and be loved by someone you cherish. I wasn’t enough but not because of anything I did, or anything you did, but because I wasn’t the one for you. Sometimes I write this letter to you a thousand times, but I know I cannot send it. Because I’m the one that left. I just couldn’t hurt us both anymore.
I want to tell you things, secrets, updates, nonsense. I want to tell you that I’m trying to move past this because I want to be happy. But I know doing so will hurt you. You’re still the person I want to share things with, but I can’t stand the thought of hurting you like you hurt me.
I love you. I always will.
But I can’t be in love with you. And I’m so sorry.