So Long

Let’s be honest — we both saw this coming, didn’t we? We just never really clicked.

At first, we shared looks and touches, but over time, that faded into occasional flirty moments, even though we seemed like a perfect match in the beginning.

Back then, we had so much in common. I truly believed we could be better together than apart. But somehow, the right time never came.

Sometimes the weather wasn’t right, sometimes I didn’t have the right shoes, or we just didn’t fit in with the crowd. I knew it. I think you did too.

To be honest, I started to feel like I had outgrown you. I began to question that strong pull I felt when I first saw you — how I couldn’t help but reach out and gently touch your waist.

Just one touch — so soft and stretchy — convinced me that you were the one. But still, I hesitated. I knew people might laugh at me for choosing you. So I walked away that day. Still, I knew in my heart that one day we’d be together. I was willing to wait — wait for the right moment.

Why is this so hard to say? I waited until I saw another woman show interest in you — and suddenly, I felt jealous and panicked. I know it shouldn’t have mattered, but the thought of you being with someone else was too much. As soon as she looked away, I grabbed you, and we disappeared before she came back.

That day brought me so much happiness. I truly believed I had made the right choice. After all those secret glances and quick touches, we were finally together. I paid the price, and it felt worth it.

But... was it really? Has it been twenty years? Yes — for the past twenty years, I’ve seen signs that maybe I made a mistake. I admitted it to myself months ago. Honestly? I’ve known for years.

Remember the time we almost went to that wedding? The weather seemed perfect, sunny and mild. It was the perfect chance to show you off. But then it rained, and I didn’t know how you’d handle it. I didn’t even give you a chance — I left you behind without thinking twice. Who does that? Me.

You deserve better. There — I said it. I’m not the right person for you. Maybe I never was. Did I really love you that day? Or was I just afraid of someone else having you? I was sure we’d be a better match than she ever could be. I believed we were meant to be together forever.

But that was all fantasy — dreams of a more exciting life, of adventures and thrills. I thought having you would help me live that kind of life. But those dreams weren’t real. Not for me. Not for us.

Wined and dined? Ha! That’s the life you were made for — not me. I’m just plain, simple me. Deep down, I knew it back then, but I didn’t want to see it. I can’t pretend anymore.

My life is already full. I’m finally seeing that we don’t belong together. I’ll never be the kind of woman you were made for. I never was, and I never will be.

There’s no space in my life for you now. I used to get so excited just thinking about you. I'd remember the first time I saw you, and all those old dreams would come back. I’d let myself be drawn in by your sparkle, your beauty, the way you made everything feel thrilling and glamorous. I wanted to believe we could make it work, that I could become that woman.

But I know now — that woman wasn’t me.No more. I'm done. I'm finally the woman I was meant to be. Sure, I could lose some weight, exercise more, and make the most of my life — but that doesn’t mean I have to keep pretending to be someone I’m not, someone I once dreamed I’d become.

Thinking like that has only hurt me, and I’m done with it. I’m done lying to myself and ignoring the truth. I’ve accepted things as they are. And that means I’m letting you go, too.

Goodbye — I hope someone else gives you the love and attention you deserve.

This shouldn’t be a shock after twenty years — you still have the tags on. There’s just no place in my life anymore for a strapless ivory cocktail dress that’s two sizes too small.