For I am to be chosen, Love.

It was a silly game. You and I acting as lovers, exchanging sweet messages and going on group dates. You started it saying "I love you" out of nowhere and I just joined the charade.

Then I woke up one day wearing a promise of being officially your girlfriend. Relief. Confusion. Joy. Fear. Panic-attack. I was overwhelmed.

At this point in our lives, we are not each other's priorities and we both know that. And that is okay..... somehow.

Your love for your family, your own small charity, and your fear of God are a few of the reasons why I fell for you. Sadly, those very reasons also limited your time for me.

I understand from the start how such a busy bee you are. But at times, I just cannot understand. Or I refuse to understand. I wanna let you know that it makes me feel bad when you had to ignore me because you have a lot of other things to do. I wanna tell you but I cannot. Instead, I end up waiting for you to be free. And when you come to me, I greet you with the sweetest smile glued on my face. The smile that masked all the hurt I've been through.

This time, let me . . .

Love, for once and for all, I am telling you that I am to be chosen. I do not want to be a mere convenience. I want you to choose me because you honestly want to be with me. And not because I happen to be the one nearby. If we were to stand at the opposite ends of a tunnel, I want you to walk towards me. And not just call upon me to check If I'm still there, desperately waiting. In your busiest days, I want you to come looking for me simply because you missed me. And not because you need some cheerleader. I cannot be just another option. I want to be chosen, the choice, your choice, Love.

Nevertheless, I have forgiven you for I love you. Because I love you, I cannot allow you to hurt me so badly that all I will have left of you are bitter memories. Because I love you, I want you to succeed in fulfilling your dreams even if that means setting you free. So I am letting you go also because I love you.