Honest Confessions of Letting Go

To the girl who stole your heart..

Dear Her,

I'm sorry I can't say your name. It's hurts almost as much as his does now. I can't look at your face without feeling so angry and so hurt at the same time. But it seems the only new pictures I can ever see of him you're in too.

I can't hear your voice. Only because I know that he hears it too. And it was so much louder than mine when it hit his ears.

You know, he used to love me. But now, The fingerprints I left on his heart have been covered by your own. My hands were too shaky for me to have a strong grasp. I didn't want to break it, so I didn't hold on as hard as I should have. The scars in his heart are the cracks I fixed, and now his heart beats for you. It almost seems unfair.

I've never been accustomed to getting what I want, but having someone else take what I love after I finally have it isn't new, but It hurts worse every time.

I can't bring myself to apologize for loving him until it hurt. Until it hurt you, and until it hurt me. But I can say that I know why you love him. I know why you see the sun in his smile and the stars in his eyes. And if you love him even a quarter as much as I did you'd cross the ocean and jump the stars just to see him smile. Just to hear him laugh. I know why you love him and his amazing ways. I know exactly how he makes you feel.

And it's not something like depression, or happy. It's not something to where it's different for everyone. Because he makes you feel perfect. Perfect, beautiful, amazing, wonderful, lovely. And so many other words that I've forgot because I haven't felt them in so long. And I don't know the next tine I will. So hold on to it while you can.

He didn't mean to break my heart. And he will never mean to break yours either. Everything he does he only wants people to be happy. Even though I feel so hurt by you. I can't help but to feel excited for you too. You have the entire universe in the palm of your hand. You have an angel wrapped around your finger and the best thing that ever breathed in your heart. So enjoy it.

I'd love to be mad. I would. I'd love to hate you more than anything. And I don't know if I do, if I will, or if I'm on the way to stopping. But I know that I'd do the same thing you're doing if I had another chance. I know that I'd do more than you if I had the chance. I'd hold him closer than I hold myself and never let go.

I don't know if I still love him, but I know I still could.

I sincerely hope that you will find eternal happiness. I just honestly hope that's it's not in him.

Truly, Me.