Lately, I've been thinking of what was real and what was not. That all my life, I've felt like I wasn't enough. And you were the only person who made me feel that maybe I was. You were my person. But instability is the bedrock of foundation from which our relationship was built upon. It scares me that the next time I see you, once I look into your eyes, I would be looking at a stranger. So let us not smear what we had, what was once beautiful and honest, with grievances and resentment. It doesn't matter who is the one pulling away or who was the one who pushed. It only matters that at one point we brought each other happiness. You weren't the villain in these stories, and, neither was I. But our worlds would be better off without each other. And I love you enough to be the one to let go.