I have loved you for so very long. There were days where the thought of us was all that sustained me. You were my rock, my lighthouse, and my North Star.
And now you’re gone. I get it. You don’t love me any more. You don’t want to be with me. That’s fine. It’s not, but I have to live with it like it is fine. There is no one I could ever love the way that I love you. Nothing I find after this will fulfill me the way that you do.
But someone else does that for you now. And I’m not going to fight for you. Not because you aren’t worth it, and not because I don’t have it in me. I can’t have you back, and I know that now.
So, farewell, good luck, best wishes, and a thousand congratulations. I wish you the best of luck and nothing but happiness, because I love you.
I’m sorry that I wasn’t enough.