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It will probably be too late to send you a letter again so I’m gonna make this public just in case you got curious about my life again (which I don’t think would be possible anymore after everything that happened). But I’m gonna try. If this is meant to reach you, it will reach you.
Life has been so hard lately, but there has not been a day that I didn’t think of you and what you have been doing. I remember you in my good days and bad days. I’ve always wanted to reach out and prove to you that things will change, I will change, and I will be better. I can do it.
But the problem is it has always been “I.”
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I’m sorry that it had not been “you.” I’m sorry I was selfish and immature. I’m sorry I thought you didn’t love me enough. I’m sorry I dragged you into my quicksand. I’m sorry I was not the best partner. I’m sorry I didn’t love you the way you deserve to be loved.
Instead of wallowing in regrets, I decide today that your pain because of me will never be in vain. I will not hurt the new people in my life. I will have a listening heart. I’ll continue my therapy sessions and change my ways deliberately. I’ll love you now by making sure there’s enough distance between us and that you’ll never see me or talk to me again because I might bring back bad memories that may make you feel bad about love. Kahit pa gustong-gusto kitang makita at makausap muli, hindi na iyon ang kailangan mo.
Nag-iisa lang ako sa mundo. ‘Wag kang mag-alala. haha! Maraming mas mabuting tao kaysa sa’kin. Mayroon pang babaeng magpaparamdam sa’yo ng homey feeling. Unfortunately, hindi pala ako iyon that time. ‘Wag kang sumuko sana sa pag-ibig.
I tried hard to forget you. I’ve been trying. But you know, I’ll stop waiting for that day to come and live my life to the fullest.
You will always be in my heart, my dream guy. You’ll always be my first love. But some things need to end before they even begin to flourish.
Unlike flowers, we did not persevere. I gave you up during a storm. We withered. And I’m sorry that we did.
I hope this is the last letter that I’m gonna write.