Yours To Keep

Dear Michael,

I was going to call you,
but then you'd see this message, hear my words and my tears. I don't
want that. Do you miss me? Do you even think about me when you hear a
song or see the preview for 'If I stay'? I still haven't watched it,
I kept our promise.

This will be my last letter
to you. I need to stop dedicating every moment of this short life to
you. I need to let go and fall in love with someone else and find out
what kind of person I want to be. And all I know about that person is
that she doesn't have you. And I'm beginning to be okay with that.

So I will give you these
last couple of months. Those are yours to keep. I hope they mean as
much to you as they did to me.

But the next part of my life
is mine. Only mine. I've given away too much and I need to start
taking for myself. Maybe that's selfish or stupid, but to me it makes
perfect sense.

I'd say I will always love
you, but I can't promise something I don't know. So I'll say that
I'll always remember you (unless I get amnesia, which would be ironic
since you sang that stupid song to me once).

I hope you're okay.

I hope your sister is doing
well.

This is goodbye (Forever).
If you see me in the future don't say hello (I can't fall apart
again).

Sincerely,

Me.