“My Dearest, I’m still grieving. Still grieving from the loss. Still adjusting. I wish we talked…”

My Dearest, I’m still grieving. Still grieving from the loss. Still adjusting. I wish we talked things through. I miss talking to you. Days are not the same, nights are not the same without you. Still you gave up so easily and here I am still holding on. With you, I felt showing my vulnerability and emotions. I let my guard down. I trusted you. I thought that you wouldn’t hurt me because you know how it is to be on the opposite end. I ask myself why over and over why you gave up so easily while you didn’t with your ex who treated you so badly. I was true and honest with you. Although I didn’t really show my feelings or talk about my emotions to you, I loved you. It sucks to be on this other end. It sucks to wonder, what part of me is not enough. How could you hurt me? How can you go through each day without remorse? It’s painful to wake up each day realizing that you already moved on and let go. I love you. I wish I told you that before. But I love you enough to let you go. But someday I hope you remember me. I hope that you will remember that one point I know that you did love me too. Maybe someday we will cross paths again. I love you so dearly that I’m going to have to learn to let you go.