Our journey has long ended, still I want to thank you for being there for me in the toughest of times, for standing by me, even when the love was gone. For understanding, when most could not.
So I had an enlightening conversation with a friend today. What she told me was that some relationships do not end, that the roles that people play just change. These, of course, are relationships that we can control, unlike determined relationships like family. Anyway, that’s how I’m taking this transition. You went from being my first love to being on the semi-edges of support, a friend. What comes after this is in our hands. We can choose to let things dissolve naturally, or remain friends, which would require more effort. Honestly at this point I’m willing to accept either choice. If things fall apart, it’ll only mean we’ve grown apart from each other, or if we are able to maintain a friendship it means we’ve also grown. So let the dice fall where it may.
I’ve said this to you more than once, but I hope you now find the girl of your dreams. I’m saddened by the fact this may not be me, but I feel that the ultimate role of a lover—as cliche as it may be—is to let the beloved go. I don’t believe in making someone stay if they aren’t willed to stay.
More than that, I hope you continuing being that strong man you were for me. I hope your dreams pan out exactly as you envision. I hope for the best to come to you.
I don’t mean this to be a cryptic letter, but rather one that leaves things in the open peaceably. This is much a letter to you as it is to myself. Our relationship, to be very blunt, was a whirlwind and had an ending I hope you never experience again. We both may have already moved on, but let’s not be afraid to start over and love again.
Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse