Coffee and Insanity

Closure I

I don't know how to address you. I don't know what to write after "Dear', so never mind.

I guess, that's the reason why you invited me for coffee anyway. I know how much you hate awkward situations, and things left unsaid make it worse.

This is also the reason why I'm writing this. I'm better when I'm facing the paper. I always know what to say when I have a pen. It seems like the ink is my blood.

I want to say that I'm happy for you. I know things didn't work out between us, but something did work out because of that.

Funny, is it not?

Something worked out, out of us not working out.

You see, we're better now, somehow. We learned new things for the next person who'll come along. In your case, her.

I loved you. I think I have to say it - or at least write it - for the sake of my past self. I realized that I rarely say it before.

I really loved you. I want you to know that when I love, even though it's over, I won't stop caring. Sometimes, I think it's a weakness of mine. I loved you to the point that I said to myself that I'll give you everything that's best for you, even though it's not me.

And I wasn't. I never was, now that I think of it.

But thank you, though. All my life, I never thought I would fall hard. Even more so, I thought me crying for the wrong person is impossible.

You dragged me out of my comfort zone. And now, I'm better.

I know you are, too.

I think I have written everything. So, I guess this is already goodbye.

**

We went out for coffee. You said there are many things left unsaid between us, and I agreed. I also suggested that you bring her.

Because for us, some words are left. I don't want that to happen between the two of you. You seem so happy with her now. I guess I want it to be right for the both of you.

Like I said in the letter I gave, I just want the best for you.