I want to write you some last lines, before I let you go.
I never forgot the moment I fell in love with you. Confusing and inappropriate. Butterflies just fly, they don’t ask.
So many times I’ve tried to tell you how I feel. But all my words always came out wrong.
I’ve walked away, walked through the streets and I’ve made progress; but I have never forgotten your face. I’ve always think about what I could have done differently; different, so that it is not like that between us today. And I wondered, why you never called me – and believe me, I wished you did.
For a long time I’ve wondered, why I’m holding onto you. What you are to me or whether there is anything between us at all. I haven’t found any answers to this – until today.
Sometimes everything is easier than it seems. Ridiculously easy, like my feelings for you. I was just one of many for you. Nothing more, nothing less. It was obvious, just not to me. I was still in this moment; the moment I fell in love with you.
My questions are answered, now I can move on. Despite everything, I still care about you. You are, what you are. I’m what I’m. And I wish you meet the one, who is more than just one of many to you.
Take care. Love on. Always.