But I tell myself that maybe we met at the wrong time. That maybe a few years down the road, if fate allows, we will meet and we would’ve grown. Maybe then, we would be what each other needed and not only what we both wanted. Because we all know that what we want may not be what we need.
I have fought for you, fought harder for you than anything or anyone else before. God knows I tried. But how do you fight for someone who doesn’t want to be fought for? How do you fight for someone who has clearly given up? So maybe this is the art of letting go - you accept that you have done all you could, let go, and move on.
Right now, I still want you. I still miss you. God knows how much. But I also want the both of us to be happy. Even if that means we can’t be together right now. I love you, baby. Always.
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