One day, when you forget about me, I won’t forget about you.

I will still think that it could have been better if you were man enough to fight for me. But you were everything but strong.

You were just a coward who gave up on me when we ran into the first bump in the road.

You see, you never wanted to make any effort to make things better. You were always a man who would just go with the flow, not wanting to improve his life. And the same thing was with our love.

At first, you deceived me with your sweet words that you love me and that you will never let me go. For you, I was a hero who came to save you from the mistakes you did in your past.

I was the person who reached out my hand when you were down to tell you that no matter what happens, there is always a light at the end of the tunnel.

You know, I was always there for you when you needed me but the harsh truth is that you were never there when I needed you.

When I look back, I realize that throughout our whole relationship, I was the only one trying. You put zero effort to make me feel special.

I never felt beautiful with you. I never felt desirable with you. I never felt happy with you. And most of all, I never felt loved with you. But every time I decided to leave, you would put on your stage mask again and deceive me with your words.

You would say that we have something special and that it is okay to get into a routine here and there.

And I, blind in love bought all your shit and continued living the life I didn’t like.

But deep down, I knew that I will feel bad if I leave you. So, I gave you second chances over and over again. And each time, you would blow up every single one of them.

In that way, you made me give up on you.

I didn’t want to be the only one who loved and the only one who tried to make things better. It takes two to tango and this time I was alone. And all of a sudden, nothing made sense anymore.

Your promises that you would change weren’t important to me anymore. Your sweet words became the ugliest words I could have heard from someone.

And your hugs and kisses were something that I wanted to forget.

So, I did. The day you let me go, I could finally breathe. I felt alive—that I own my life again.

After so many years of sorrow with you, I finally saw the smile on my face. It was small but worthwhile. And most of all, it meant that I will be able to be happy again.

There is one thing that I must give you credit for. You did something that I always hesitated to do: You finally let me go.

You let go of all the love and affection that I had to offer you. You let go of every chance to live real love. You let go of the only opportunity for happiness. And I don’t have hard feelings about that.

In the end, you did something that was good for both of us.

I just feel sorry that you never saw how much love there was inside of me.

I feel sorry that you thought I was not worthy all the time. And all I ever wanted was for you to pay some attention to me. I wanted to be the most important person in your life but I never managed to do that.

Now, when everything is over, I just want to thank you for letting me go. But, I won’t be the one who will tell you these words. When the right one comes to my life, he will see how loving and caring I am.

He will see that I have been the person he was looking for—for all his life.

He will see that I am a woman to love and when he does that, he will thank you for letting me go!