Day the last.
Dear Romeo,
this is
my last letter to you. I cannot keep setting myself up for
disappointment and hurt. I thought you would come around an at
least want to talk and work things out to the point where we can be
friends, but you don't care enough. So that's your
choice.
I won't forget all the good laughs we had or the late-night
talks.
You were my everything and were the first person I ever truly
loved, but you won't be the last. I don't think you can be
the last because I do not believe I am meant to be alone through my
entire life. I would have loved to be with you, but you won't
be the end of me unless I let you bet. There comes a point in life
where one has to let go of the past. There's no way for me to
move forward if I can't break off the chain of the past. I know
I have said this like a million times and all, but honestly, I am
done. I cannot keep waiting for you because I could be missing out
on something else. I won't say something better because I
honestly don't know if there will be a better, but I guess
there's only one way to find out.
So here and now I have to let you go. I wish you would stop me from
walking away, but you never stopped me in the past. I guess this is
the official end. No more texting, talking, laughing, whatever. It
all ends here and now.
I will always remember you and care about you, and I will never
forget our memories. I wish you could say the same. But I know now
that you won't.
This is all I can write before I end up changing my mind. I wish
you would try to change my mind but I know you won't do that
either. So here goes three years of hoping and praying and loving,
down the drain. It was not a waste, but it was also not a
success.
Goodbye.
-Your forgotten Juliet