Why, why is letting go so hard.
It's the reason why we held on for so long.
4 years.
4 years that never should have been.
But we tried. We really tried.
Letting go wasn't an option then. Giving up wasn't an option either.
We thought that we would make it, somehow.
Maybe we feel too much.
Maybe we care too much.
Maybe we believed too much. We believed that things would be sorted out somehow. I thought that we would be fine, that you would try, that you would change. People say that change is the only constant. But why isit that the people closest to you never seem to change. I was clingy. I was reliant. I couldn't stand on my own two feet. It wasn't good for me, it wasn't good for us.
4 months.
It's still hard.
Everyday I wonder how you are, whether you're fine, whether you've considered what I said to you that day, or if you're still the same.
We were happy once.
I don't know if we can be happy again.