An Unsent Letter To The Person I Thought Was Mine

Dear You,

Another familiar face, I said. Just another familiar face I randomly see at a coffee shop I frequent whenever I study out. Never did I imagine it would turn out to be the same face that haunts me at 4AM.

It was a serendipitous Tuesday of March this year when I saw you again after I don't know how long. I just want you to know that I am immensely grateful that our paths crossed that day and every single day after that.

I almost thought I can call you mine. Though deep inside my heart I know I will never be yours, too. At least not anytime soon. But you see, you were too good to make me feel that I have you to keep. You were too good to make me believe in serendipity. But then every time you let go of my hand as I step out of your car whenever you bring me home, the coldness in your eyes reminds me that I have to let go of whatever makes me think that way.

I received a phone call from you earlier today. You told me something I have been deliberately ignoring for weeks now which means one thing: Our time is running out. And howbeit I am aware that it is the only certain thing in the uncertainty we built together, I still can't help but feel that familiar ache in my heart.

I will never ask you to stay. I am letting you go now with a thankful heart for all the beautiful days I have spent with you. I will always, always be grateful for you for showing me the highest form of respect you keep on reminding me I deserve. Please know that you will forever have my respect, too.

You were never mine to keep but I am glad "we" happened.

I genuinely wish you well.

With gratitude,

V