A Letter to My Ex

I never thought I’d have to write this letter, yet here I am, trying to put into words everything I’ve felt since we parted ways. There’s so much I could say—so many emotions I’ve cycled through—but I’ll start with this: I loved you. And for a while, that love felt like it was enough to last forever.

But life has a way of proving us wrong, doesn’t it? The way we ended still lingers in my mind, not just because of the pain, but because of the way you made me feel like my mistake erased everything we built. I tried to explain, to apologize, to make things right, but you had already made up your mind. And then, before I could even catch my breath, you moved on—leaving me to wonder if I ever really mattered to you at all.

For a long time, I was angry. Angry at myself for replying to that text, angry at you for not listening, angry at the universe for allowing me to love someone who could discard me so easily. But beneath the anger was something even deeper—hurt. You were my person, the one I trusted, the one I thought would fight for us. Instead, I was left alone, drowning in memories that refused to fade.

But as time passes, I’m realizing something. I don’t want to hold onto this pain anymore. I don’t want to waste my energy hating you, resenting you, or wishing things had gone differently. What’s done is done. You made your choice, and I’m making mine—to let go.

This isn’t a plea to get back together. It’s not even an attempt at closure, because closure isn’t something you give me—it’s something I give myself. And I’m giving it to myself now.

So, here’s my final goodbye. I hope you find whatever it is you’re looking for. As for me, I’ll be just fine.

Sincerely,
Youko