already moved on.
I am not sure what to feel. No matter what, I wish the very best to both Ivan and yourself, from the bottom of my heart.
It's not because I don't love you. It was never the reason. It was because I was confused, unsure, and terrified. Terrified of the next stage, of commitments, of expectations that I have set for myself.
I know you didn't wish for all that. I did it to myself. And by the time I knew what I truly want... I was too late.
I was selfish to make the decision and I am paying the price for it all.
I am beginning to part with your past belongings a piece at a time. Slowly... but surely...
I will learn to live with this regret in peace... and make the best out of it. And those I fail to part with, I will hold as memorabilia ... a reminder of all the silly mistakes I have made...
and of all the good you have brought.
Thank you for giving me your very best. Thank you for making me see who I truly am.
Thank you. . .
for loving me.