Imaginary Follower

I think it’s time I let you go. And that’s so hard to do because some part of me will be in love with you for the rest of my life. But the daydreaming, the running in place, it’s not healthy. So this is me, cutting the cord. This is me doing what I should have done months ago: saying goodbye.

If he can’t find time for you, then he doesn’t deserve yours.

One of the most courageous decisions you will ever make is to finally let go of whatever is hurting your heart and soul.

And even if you’re not here to stay, I’m happy the universe allowed your soul to stop by.

"I think we had something." She said, "It wasn’t love, but it wasn’t nothing either. "And perhaps it was just stolen glances in long corridors, and laughing a little too much at each other’s ridiculous jokes." “Perhaps it was just feeling giddy at touching knees and pausing before breathing their name. "And I know that it wasn’t love," she said, "but it could have been. I’m sure at another time, in another place, it could have been."

He looks at her uncomfortably. "I love you, I do," he insists. "But I love her too." And she feels sick as he explains: "She has been with me all my life. She is my earliest memory. We have travelled the world together and she was there when I had no other friend." - - - - She almost says, “If I’d known you I would have been there too.” "She loved me unconditionally; I owe her everything." He continues, "we made so many memories, she made me who I am today." - - - - “But don’t I make you just as happy?” She almost asks. "She will always have a part of me I suppose. That’s just the way it is." And he repeats it, like there is no problem: "I love you, but I love her too." And there shouldn’t be any problem, you think, but part of her hears the words he doesn’t say. “I love you,” he almost admits, “but please don’t make me choose. I will never let myself lose her. But that does not mean I want to lose you.”

It hurts. It hurts a lot. But I’ll keep it to myself so it doesn’t hurt anyone else