Forgetting you is like convincing myself that someone who changed my life was never there at all. No matter where I look for peace, I find your name Every memory begins with you. I let you go, though I never held you long enough. Sometimes letting go is the only way left to love you. I still reach for my phone when something makes me laugh. I packed away picture frames and, your letters, everything that should have made forgetting easier but somehow your voice still answers the silence. You said you never meant to hurt me... Does that mean you close your eyes when I cry? You turn your head in silence and ask, "What's wrong?" and I begin to tell you why. I smile through every conversation, then spend the drive home speaking to someone I only thought I knew the worst way I miss you is when you're right next to me and I know... yes I know, I can never have you... The worst thing I could do is hold on to the dreams I built around you, while holding someone who deserves to be free. I am hurt with you, yet I am at peace. Loving you changed me into someone I never expected to become. I let the tears come. They finished the words I could never say aloud. Loving you taught me — sometimes letting go becomes the last way left to love someone.
