Dearest James,
When was the last time I wrote a letter for you? Ah. It's been 18 months already.
18 months of trying to move on.
18 months of loving you from afar.
18 months..
And my heart is still, breaking.
I didn't notice that time flew fast around us because I am busy this past few days.
Guess what? I'm doing good in letting go of you. I'm really doing my best because I love you, and I can see that you're doing really good.
This past few months without you, I've realized that there are few things in this world that we can't have even though we really want. I'm craving for your love and affection, but this is reality. Everything's over for the both of us.
You will find that is necessary to let things go. Simply for the reason that they are heavy.
This unbearable pain is really heavy. Too heavy that I was drowning and I don't know how to breathe. And right then, I've realized that, I'm letting you go. I'm letting go of myself.
Love, Roan.
