The stories I write, the passages I composed ,were all for you. The feelings of love and adoration flow freely from my heart and my pen, yet it's all unrequited love. I realize that I need and deserve more than you're capable of giving me, and starting today I will let you go. I'll open up myself to new possibilities and not live solely to look after you. It will be an adjustment but ultimately, it will lead me to the heart and soul I'm destined for. Today is a bittersweet day but I look forward to finding and sharing my life with someone who wants me as much as I want them. My journey begins now and I'm feeling both sad and a sense of excitement at the thought of endless possibility.
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