I am not letting you go.
How will I do that if you were already long gone? You never gave me the chance to let you slip through my fingers; to let you slowly losing grip from our string of fate. I never had the moment to just stand and watch you walking away because I had always been chasing after you.
And so I stop and turn to the only ones left in me that are all about you.
I am letting go of the few happy memories that kept me sad every day and of the countless dreams that kept me awake every night.
I am letting go of the what-if's, of the could-have-been's, of the possiblities, of the daydreams I could possibly imagine for the both of us in a parallel universe.
I am letting go of my wishes to every falling star, to every deep well, to every 11:11, to every prayer I could possibly mutter to every entity out there who might help me redesign our destiny.
I am letting go of the girl who loved and still loves you. I am setting her free from all the pain and longing I caused her. I am giving her to the cosmos for she deserves to be with the stars. I am offering her to Him for she truly resides in Heaven and not in this fucked up world.
Honey, I could not let you go. I can only let go of myself who belongs to you.