I miss him.

And I am mourning;

the death of our relationship

And his as a lover.

I love him still

And I know for a fact that I always will.

He is a great guy.

And he’s always been a gentleman to me.

It breaks my heart that I had to leave.

That it has to end this way,

that it was irredeemable.

It might look to him

that I didn’t try to save our relationship,

that perhaps, I called it quits too soon,

but my heart knows.

It knows.

It knew it was time.

It knew it was complete.

He might not believe me

but I wished it was him.

I wished it was him I get to share my life with.

It was pure love.

It was beautiful,

but it was also counted.

And it has run its limited time.

I wish he could understand.

I wish that someday he understands.

That it wasn’t his mistake.

It was just… time.

For us to part.

Follow ahead on our separate ways.

I love him

& I always will

but I am just

not in love with him

anymore.

And I wish,

I really wish

that I could make myself.

Anything but to break his heart.

Anything.

But I can not.

I love him. I always did. I always will.

But it is over.

Yes, it was beautiful.

You are beautiful.

I love you but,

please, move.

Don’t stop here. You are great.

I never told you

but you’ve always been.

I love you.

So, move.

And not in the hopes of meeting me somewhere ahead,

of our paths crossing again.

Move because you know you need to.

I am here.

I am still here.

Although it might not feel like that right now

but I am.

Reach out to me someday.

Or maybe not.

But, I am here.

I did love you,

in case you were wondering.

And you still mean the world to me but

your world

and my world

they’ve split out.

Our world has split into two.

It was time.

It was just time.

And I knew.

My heart knew, to let go.

But I miss you.

I still miss you and everything we shared.

No, I am not calling you back.

That is not what this is.

I am just telling you that

it is okay.

It is okay to grieve.

What ended was magnificent, in its own right.

And it is okay to grieve.

We are okay grieving.

Don’t turn your face away from love.

It will find you again.

And it will be beautiful too.

Maybe not like ours

but it will be.

Don’t lose your heart.

Don’t close down.

I love you.

I do.

But it’s time.

It’s time.

Let’s walk.

Slowly maybe.

But, let us both walk.

Let’s not rest here.

Let’s not declare end here.

End of our ability to love.

I know it’s hard.

To do it all over again

with a different person.

But let’s not lose our hearts.

They are beautiful.

They’ve always been.

Move, my love.

Move.

Move into a life you can love without me

in it.

Even when you don’t want to,

Move.

We all have to.

I love you and I always will.

But don’t give up on love just yet

or happiness.

It will find you again.

I promise.

You will love again.

And I hope it stays.

And in case it does not,

Remember it doesn’t need to always.

Actually, it rarely ever does.

But don’t worry

it is not as sad as it looks.

It is love

and it has home in you.

It will always find its way back.

Just continue to move.

Forwards.

And deeper into yourself.

I love you.

I always did.

And I always will.

You were my love.

I hope you can become yours too.

And stop looking for reasons,

there aren’t any, which can content your mind.

Just know, it was time.

As dreary as that may be.

It was just …

Time.

I love you. Please take care.

And let go of your end of the string

because I have.

I know it is painful to hold on.

And I also know,

it was painful to hold on to

from both our sides.

So, just let yourself.

Let yourself go.

And move.

Please. Move.

I love you. And I know you do too.