Dear you,
This is probably the last love letter I’ll ever write to you.
No more promises,
no more aching words of longing —
just a few lines left between love and letting go.
I once wrote to you with all my heart —
about sunny days,
about laughter,
about quiet afternoons when we held hands
and didn’t need to say a thing to understand each other.
But today, I write differently.
Not to hold on,
but to let go.
Time has taught me
that some people are meant to stay
only for a short chapter of our lives.
Not because the love has faded,
but because it’s time to learn
how to live without them.
I hold no anger, no regret.
Because if I could choose again,
I’d still love you —
still let my heart tremble once more,
just to know that love was real.
By the time you read this,
perhaps I’ve already learned
to smile when I think of you —
as a beautiful memory
that no longer needs to be kept.
So please,
take this as a thank-you —
for the days that once shone so bright.
And if someday,
amid the crowd,
we happen to pass each other by,
I hope
we’ll both smile. 💌
