Epiphany

To whom it may concern:

                You’re right about what you said the other day, I am a good woman. Any man would be lucky to have me in his life. Unfortunately I’ve come to realize that man is not you. As much as I wanted so badly for it to be; it’s not. Want to know something? I’m perfectly fine with that.

                You and I are on two different pages in life. I feel as though you’re lost somewhere amongst the letters trying to find the chapter to which you belong. I’ve found the exact location in the chapter to which I belong and am eagerly awaiting the page to turn. I’ve been trying my best to await your arrival, for you to claim your spot next to me on these pages, but I see that day will probably never come. I can no longer hold on.

                Too many days and nights have passed and I sit here awaiting a call or a text from you. Too many nights I’ve spent awake with thoughts of you flooding my mind. Then it hits me. That moment when you realize you’re spending your time thinking about someone who more than likely isn’t wasting theirs thinking about you.

                I love you. Somewhere between here and there, I realized it. I realized that I loved you with a love so unconditional and indescribable that it allowed me to sit back and settle for less that I know I deserve. I love you with roots deep as the world’s oldest trees; a love strong, steadfast, and stern. But, like some trees are meant to be destroyed, like they wither and die, so must my love for you.

Good-bye.