I’m sure you know what it feels like to read a text that you could have written, because it affects you so much that it is just as if you were living the same situation as the author.
That’s what happened to me today when I read that “letter” a couple of hours ago.
Thank you, I hate you, I’m sorry
because without your support, I wouldn’t be here
I wouldn’t have stayed when things got hard
I wouldn’t have believed that I could find a life.
Thank you for the way you know me,
for being my best friend for what feels like forever,
and for raising the bar so high that I don’t know where to begin.
Thank you for knowing to let go before things got ugly.
On some level, you must’ve known that forcing me to fly
would force you to fly too, to do the things you know you need.
And maybe you even share the belief that our paths
will join us together again, and for always.
I hate you
for not wanting it badly enough,
for not believing we could do this together,
for not following through.
I hate that you didn’t have the balls to take a chance,
to explore this place that’s filled with your dreams.
I hate that you don’t even seem to be doing
the things that made you stay.
I hate that the way you tell me how you feel almost always hurts,
and that most of the time you just don’t tell me at all.
I hate that you are the only guy I can imagine loving,
and you make letting go seem so easy,
like it doesn’t hurt at all,
like you don’t ever cry.
I left the way I did,
because of what it said to you:
that I would always expect you to follow.
I’m sorry I didn’t see it like that.
I thought paving the way would create
an adventure that would change our lives.
I’m sorry I didn’t wait until you were ready,
that I didn’t think I could, so the decision doesn’t feel like yours.
I’m sorry that it seemed like your opinion wasn’t important,
when nothing could be further from the truth.
I’m sorry that I doubted our future, and made you doubt it too.
I didn’t know well enough myself to tell you
all the things that needed to change, and why.
We both thought we’d have more time, and then I left.
I’ll always be sorry for that.
Extract from 150 LETTERS YOU WERE NEVER MEANT TO SEE edited by Bill Shapiro
People who really know me will understand…
Meanwhile, Keep holding on to what you love guys & enjoy the ride of life 😉