#UnsentLetters: You Will Always Have My Heart
I can't bear the thought of you loving someone else. I can't bear to even think that you'd go on with your life without me. But everybody keeps saying that's what true love is about: to love is to let go; to love is to set them free. It used to sound so cliché to me back then, but back then it never really occurred to me that I might need to live by it.
We both know that I'm not ready yet. Maybe I'll never learn to be ready to let you go, but things just aren't the same anymore and love does not seem to be in our favor these days. I used to be your source of happiness and you used to be mine, but I can't even make you smile anymore, much less make you feel truly happy. And right now, I want you to find your happiness. I want you to be able to thank me someday for letting you go. I want us to meet again years from now, with that same sparkle in your eyes that you used to have when we were together, even though by then I know I wouldn't be the reason for that same smile that I fell in love with anymore.
I want you to be loved the way that you want to be, not the way I have always chosen to love you. But I want you to know that even if we turned out to be a tragedy, everything was worth it, every second of being with you was worth it.
I will never stop loving you. You will always be who you are to me right now. You will always have my heart. It is of no use to me now, when for the rest of my days it will only beat for you.
So here's to all of the things we've been through, and all of the love I gave you. Those memories are already engraved in my mind, and I hope you won't forget me either.
I want you to live in your city of dreams. I want you to get lost up in the stars. I want you to travel the world. I want you to float in the clouds. I want you to sail the oceans. And I want you to find someone worthy enough to stay and join you in your escapades.
But if you ever think of coming back, I will always be here just as I said I would be. I love you. And I will be waiting for you in another world, somewhere far away, a world where we could still be together. But in this life, in this world, I'll let the broken pieces of us rest in pieces as I'm letting you go. Farewell, my dear love.
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