I need to have this conversation because if I don’t, I will continue to feel like I’m losing my mind.
This conversation should’ve happened years ago, but it’s better late than never. I guess I love someone who doesn’t love me.
Even though I know and I’ve heard that he no longer loves me, I still hold out hope that one-day things will turn around, but the reality is that will never happen.
It will never happen because of my childish mistake of not speaking and not long other to know how I was feeling or what I was missing, what I needed for that matter.
We had our chance to build our life together to build our futures as one. Still, I threw it all away without a second thought, so how dare I now, after so many years, ask for a chance I know I don’t deserve because I threw it away when I had it.
Now that I don’t have it, I know I don’t deserve it as Contradiction as that sounds it’s the truth in my heart of hearts; I know I don’t deserve that chance because not only did I embarrass myself, I destroyed us what should’ve been us forever.
Even though I’ve come to terms with the fact that we will never be the heart wants what it wants, and that’s what I struggle with is my heart.
My heart is still in twine into his because he feels like the home he knows me I can finish my sentence. He knows how I think before I know how I feel.
I know and understand that by everything I’m putting down on this piece of paper, people might think or feel like I don’t love myself because I’m holding on to someone who doesn’t love me the same way I love them. But I do love myself because I do comprehend that he will never love me the way that I love him.
I also understand that I deserve better and that I should let him go because I deserve happiness, and I will never get true happiness if I hold on to something that is not worthy of me.
Understanding all the things that I know, how can I still hold on to him if my life depended on him. In all honesty, I believe there’s something much more substantial than him and I that wall letting us part ways from each other or let me speak for myself won’t allow me to part ways from him; I have no clue what that might be.
Ms. Butterfly Genesis