I write down these thoughts to say goodbye. Since I can’t express to you my feelings verbally or written for that matter, I’ll relive myself of the burden by clearing out my mind. Pi Patel once said, “I suppose in the end, the whole of life becomes an act of letting go, but what always hurts the most is not taking a moment to say goodbye.” Because of my questioning nature, I always want to know “why”, thus I take pride in having closure. I do not want to change how things are nor do I want to stay. I just want a moment to open up myself to you and say all the things I kept so guarded. The willingness to be vulnerable at this point, comes without hesitation for the mere satisfaction of knowing you’re no longer an option. But I thank you, because had this never happened, I wouldn’t have found this new me. You challenged my way of thinking, you had me question my ability to determine character as judgmental behavior, you helped me find my way out of my comfort zone and learn the importance of speaking up, but most importantly you verified my good intuition. It was a fun run; you’re still not “the realest nigga I’ve ever met” but you damn sure are the most interesting. I wish I could’ve been the one to read your story but I’m glad you aided in writing mine, although never same page shawties. This, much like whatever we had, probably means nothing to you, but honestly for me I was just happy with your company.
i have a problem with talking myself out of things :(