How can one experience so much sorrow in a situation like this? It makes no sense. Here I am, feeling like I’ve actually lost something. When in actuality, you were never even mine.
Part of me already knew that you and I couldn’t and wouldn’t be, especially after what’s happened. But then there was the other half of me that wanted to hold on. My mind tried to just let it go, while at the same time, my heart conflicted with a little hope for the future.
As difficult as it is for me right now to see you drifting and taking your interest elsewhere, I will not intervene. I will let you walk. I know that part of really caring about someone is letting them go to find happiness, and letting them really enjoy that happiness, even if it’s not with you.
I wish I could at least say that was us at one point, but you were never even mine.