Dear D
And so it ends.
I wonder why I'm even surprised that it ended with an E-Mail. But it's always been this way, hasn't it.
After all that's happened, one would expect me to be the one breaking up. But no. Of course not. I loved you too much to let go just like that. And yes, note the past tense.
I've never truly understood you. I still don't know whether you ever really loved me, since you choose to be so mysterious about it all. I can't force you to answer my questions, of course. It would be so much easier if we could speak to each other normally, like normal people, for example on the phone. Then again, it's you I'm talking to. A phone call isn't an option, I remember.
Actually, I didn't want this to turn into a letter full of accusations and reproach like all the others. This is the last letter, after all - at least for now.
I wanted to thank you.
You showed me what it means to love, to be happy, to feel that kind of electric, wordless passion between two people. Thank you for making me stronger. Thank you for making me feel loved and desired.
I wanted to say Goodbye.
You've been an important part of my life - you still are. What happened between us has changed me and influenced me a lot, just like every other experience in life. Just that you were a major one.
I think I can say that you were my first true love. I've never felt so strongly for anyone before and I'm pretty sure I won't ever feel that way for any other person again, though it's like that with every love, isn't it? No love is the same.
Farewell, dearest D.
I'll never forget you.
/P.
