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Day 77 of 266

 I'm sorry, love.

I know I've been really messed up, and it's hard for me to go back to the way things should have been. That's why, with all sincerity, I'm really sorry. Before completely forgetting you, there are three things I wanna tell you.

First, I'm sorry, and thank you. 

I'm sorry if I broke you over and over again, it won't happen anymore because we're parting ways and with that, thank you, thank you for making me realize that sometimes, letting go of the people we thought what's best for us is better than staying and losing the reason to love again. I'm not talking about you; I'm talking about myself. You once told me that I was the best girl and our relationship was the best thing that ever happened to you, but right now, all these thoughts vanished because here we are, looking in the opposite direction, taking a different path.

Second, you aren't my best mistake; you're my unforgettable almost.

As we are now parting ways, I hope you won't treat me or our memories as your best mistake. Because to me, I don't think you are one. Yes, things might not have worked between us in the way we wanted it to be, but admit it, at some point, we thought that this person I'm texting/calling right now feels like "the one." I actually thought you were the one, but fate is such a happy-go-lucky freak. Just when things were okay, something came up, and now we decide to fight it... on our own. 

Third, don't ever look back, please.

While we're walking away from each other, don't ever look back, and don't even dare to stop. Why? Because I might do that, and if you do it too, you're eyes will be hypnotizing me, and it will be hard for me to completely let you go. So please, while we're both walking away, don't dare look at me. We have come this far to let each other go; don't make it any harder for me.

This won't be the last time we'll meet. I'm sure of that. Maybe when we're older and our voices change and so as our hair, we'll meet in a park. Maybe if we're both single at that time, we could catch things up. If we're not, let's just smile at each other.

"Oh, that person used to be my everything."

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