You might never have actually been mine, but that doesn't change the fact that my feelings were real. The definition of love is a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person. That is what I had for you. You've always cared for me and even loved me, but not like I love you.
You've always known how to make my world stop with one look. You know how to make the worst days the best. When I see your name come up on my phone my heart smiles. I would do anything in the world for you; you know this. I could talk to you about every and anything and you'd do the same. We've shared so many memories and laughs together. But now, I have to let you go. And maybe it's not even you I have to let go of, but rather the hope of something more.
Maybe I was too loyal. Maybe I was too available. Maybe I wasn't pretty enough for you or I am just not your type. Maybe I wasn't smart enough or I was too practical. Whatever the reason, I will never know. Maybe I don't want to know. But I have to stop wondering and move on. I have to stop torturing myself with the hope that one day you'll change your mind.
I hope for the best for you. I really do. I care about you, but I also care about me. So, if I ever want to find my happiness in love I need to stop pretending and wishing. But your eyes, smile, and laugh make it hard. I hope that the girl you are with makes you happy. I hope that you love and care for her. I hope that she sees your value and worth and loves you deeply.
So, even though I am not going anywhere, I am letting go. I am letting go of the hope an "us."