Tragically Yours | ✓
- seventy two | the end

I love you.

It’s just three words.

Eight letters.

You never meant it when you said it,

Did you?

I guess I’ll never know,

Because you’ll never tell me.

And that’s okay.

I’m okay.

I feel free.

He makes me feel free.

He made me love again.

But he knows I still love you.

And that I won’t ever stop.

But he’s okay,

Okay with that too.

I love him.

The way I love you.

I’ve finally moved on.

I’m finally happy.

You broke my heart,

So bad.

But you want to know something?

I know it’s healed now.

He healed it.

How do I know?

Because I don’t cry whenever I think of you,

Not like I used to,

Not anymore.

My heart,

It’s whole again.

Thank you for all of the good days you gave me.

Thank you for all of the pain,

Because without it,

I never could have become who I am now.

Thank you for being you.

I guess this is the end.

My final goodbye.

I started writing these letters 364 days ago,

A few letters a month.

It’s almost been a full year now.

Even though you’ve never replied,

And you probably never will,

I’ll always love you.

Just know that.

Okay?

Just because I’m not writing these often,

Doesn’t mean that I won’t think of you every day.

I will.

Trust me,

I don’t think I’ll ever not think of you.

You gave me too many memories that I could never forget.

You were once my anchor,

If only I could’ve been yours too.

Goodbye, my lost love.

This is my last letter to you.

Because, one year ago today...

Was the day you died.