I could never say that I would stop loving you, simply because I could never tell that lie.
We’ve been through a lot of stuff over the years. We’ve been friends longer than most of the people I am even close to now. You know me better than most people and I believe that is what has made me vulnerable to you. That being said, I need to confess some things. You already know that I care for you, that I’m in love with you, and that I’d do anything for you. However, I believe that it is time for me to move on. I’ve stayed around for some time, hoping that you’d love me the way that I love you. I don’t think your feelings will ever be as strong as mine.
I’m a great friend. I’m a great girlfriend. I’m an even better wifey. And I think the problem is I was trying to give you all of those things at one time. Not only that, but I was giving them to you when you weren’t quite interested in them or at least that’s what I’m starting to believe. It is now time for me to take all of my good qualities and show them to someone who will appreciate them.
I never expected to have you as my boyfriend. What I did hope to get from you was some kind of passion and respect. I feel as though you have not given much of either.
….This is what I started writing a week or so ago and now I realize I don’t even care anymore. After seeing him a couple nights ago, I realized just how I feel about him. Yes, I might still love him and yes, I really do care about him, but I don’t want him anymore in that way. I have soooo many options out there and most of them would probably treat me better than he has over the years. It has definitely taken me a long ass time to realize this and actually look for something better, but I’m finally doing it. I’m finally happy and content with this decision. I’ve gone back and forth on this for a few months now, but this time I’m ready to stick to the plan.
~Sometimes you just have to move on~