Sorry for not taking better care of you.
Sorry for not loving you enough.
Sorry for not being honest.
I tried, I really tried.
And I failed, miserably. You were the best I could have had.
I knew it then. I admit it now.
For those who keep asking why can't I let you go, the answer is simple -
I'm scared. Not of loneliness.
But of the fact that one day I am going to meet someone, I'm going to fall in love, he is going to let me down, and I am going to think of you.
The one who always made me feel safe. The one who treated me respectfully. The one who lavished me with love and affection. I am going to meet a much colder version of myself.
And he is going to shatter me. And I will go back and think of you. And repent that I should have given us another chance.
But I can't anymore. I can't take care of the both of us.
We need to grow, independently this time, I'm afraid.
It's time I lay you to rest.