To you,
I was made to believe that with our love, I could catch the
stars.
It was already too late when I realized that stars weren’t
made for catching. They merely exist to give out a soft light when the
road gets too dark, and to be gazed upon at night.
In our case, I was that star. I was just another burned out
candle in the dark, another treasure to be coveted, and another conquest to
fail.
I would never be that light that would brighten up your
days, or maybe I could, but like another burned out candle, my flames would
just get exhausted and soon die, leaving you lost in the dark. I’m just a
sunken treasure; perhaps valuable, but forever never within anyone’s reach.
I know how much you hate losing. You always have to get
your way, but this is not a game where winning matters. We both know we’re
bound to lose each other… I don’t want to see the day when you’ll be alone and
crying for me, though, I never really would see that day, of course.
I don’t really mind losing, but losing you is not a
game. As much as I want to keep you, my love for you overpowers all my foolish
wants.
I know I have to let you go.
One day, I hope you’ll realize that all I wanted was for
your happiness, and everything I’m doing will give you that. At least, I hope
so. The first part will have to hurt, that is inevitable, but if I stay with
you any longer, it will hurt more in the long run. I’m not even sure if I can
stay any longer.
I have to let you go.
Know that I haven’t stopped loving you as I write this
letter, and I think you’ll be the last person on earth I’ll ever have feelings
this strong before I pass away.
Love,
Me