The more I search, the more it hurts
Each day I search, every letter I open, every sentence I read, it simply cuts the wound deeper. The wound telling me I'm probably never seeing you again, the wound I refuse to let heal because I hold out for one more day.
I know I should move on, I should look for a more free tomorrow, but it's so hard when your heart lives in the past. I so desperately hope one day I find your letter, but I think it's time to let the past rest. What we had was wonderful, magical, but we agreed to let it go for a better life. I wish I stayed true to that promise, but instead of moving on, I've tortured myself daily with what ifs. Today feels different though, like I finally have a chance to let the wound heal. I can't deny that I love you, but at the same time, you aren't mine to love.
Wherever you are, I hope you're happy, you deserve it. It's a long road ahead for me, but I think I can look for that happiness too.