How long is your forever?

6 years ago, I had this almost perfect guy for five years. We were so cute together for my height is perfectly comfortable to his with my head being perfectly paralleled to his shoulders -- I can easily lean on him, literally and figuratively. He's my one-text/call-away-buddy and sometimes, I need not have to call for him to be there -- he knows when I need him the most. He was always willing to do things for me, making me depend on him to the point that I almost don't know how to iron my uniform for school or wash the dishes I used for he automatically does it without me asking for it. We were so happy together. We were envied and adored by many. They wanted to have a relationship like ours where we wear couple shirts anywhere, couple shoes, bags, etc. Whenever people see us in public, we were laughing our asses out disregarding everyone around us, all we know is that we're so happy. Others might see us young and immature but what could we do? Love never gets old.

That was us. Was. Past tense.

After five years of being happy together, like all the other relationships, we broke up. My fault. I thought I was in love with someone else -- his best friend. I've been tricked by that thought for, I think, two long months. He ran after me but I pushed him away thinking that I no longer love him. He stopped and finally realized he had to let me go. That moment, I realized that I don't like the feeling of not being held by him. And so I tried to come back. But not all things can be taken again.

I, being the girl, forgot that I should be the one to be courted. All that's in my mind was the thought of trying to make it up to him. Because I hurt him. And the assurance of him being able to forgive me is uncertain. But I tried. For a year. I did what all the other boys do to get a girl's heart and trust. I almost gave up. But after a year long, he accepted me again. So, we're okay. I thought.

We've been away from each other for a year. I badly wanted to get him back because we were so perfect. He was so perfect for me. He may not be perfect, as in, perfect but I think I can live with all his imperfections for life. Our attitudes jive together. He knows me well. I know him well. No! Knew. We used to. We used to know each other. Past tense. I didn't know that a year can change a person so much. He has changed. And so have I.

Sometimes, it's not practical to always wish for someone to come back. Sometimes, it's better to just let them go. Because the man who left will never be the same man who gets back.

If your promise of forever reached the end of the line, fine. I'm letting you go.