Maybe you should accept that I’m moving on.
I hadn’t realized how much you had torn me down until everything finally collapsed. You weren’t the answer to my question.
You were the problem.
Given everything and anything, refusal was still your only answer. Not by the interest of the greater good, but for yourself.
Then it happened.
She happened. I can’t explain why, how, or what happened, but it did. With a strong resistance, I hoped, but never expected. However, she has shown me that maybe I never sought for anything correctly. There is what I wanted, and what I actually needed.
I never needed you, I just thought I did.
She is different. She makes me smile, not frown. She makes me laugh with joy, not sob with despair. She likes me for how I am, and doesn’t reject me for petty selfish excuses.
So I’ll bid you farewell this one final time, hoping that we don’t cross paths again. It’s such a shame to see you fade away, but at the end of the day it’s what has been coming. No longer I will wish to be with you, and no more will I hope to see your face.
Tonight is my last goodbye.