I’m writing you for the last time, not because I don’t know what to write to you anymore because it makes no sense anymore.

 

If you still didn’t understand, you never will.

 

I’m writing this time, just to tell you that I’m not going to write you, never again.

 

Maybe you stopped reading a long ago.

 

Maybe you understand that I’m not for you, or we are not for each other.

 

My life passed in waiting for you.

 

I’m not going to wait for you anymore.

 

All that I have from you is this, these words that I’m writing for you.

 

I have been waiting for so long.

 

I waited because I wanted to be the only victim.

 

I’m writing you for the last time.

 

I’m writing like I’m not going to miss you anymore.

 

I’m writing like I don’t have anything to remember.

 

I’m writing like I’m sure that I will be able to live without you.

 

I’m writing like I have the strength to move on.

 

I’m writing like I’m not going to cry for the rest of my life.

 

I’m writing you for the last time just to not tell you how much already I miss you.

 

I’m writing you for the last time just to understand that I don’t have anything with you anymore.

 

Just to put the full stop on our story.

 

The end of a story doesn’t mean the end of life.

 

You will recognize us in others, but that won’t be us.

 

I’m writing you for the last time because I don’t want to leave without words.

 

And I know that no one will write as I write because no one will love you as much as I do.