To the person who needs to go

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To the person who needs to go, Even if this takes you by surprise, you should know that it isn't absurd for me to scribble down this letter, especially at this point of time in my life. I'm not blaming you or taking out my frustration on you by doing this. I'm doing this because it's been too long now, and it's time that you go away from my life. You won't come across me saying this every day to you. It took me a lot of courage to admit that things would have been much more peaceful in my life, without you in it. There was a time when you knew every little detail of my day and you were an integral part of my everyday routine! I couldn't go without you. I'm not saying that you won't cross my mind or that I won't feel the urge to talk to you. But now, when I know things, take the words from my mouth- 'you need to leave me alone. The funny thing is, there was a time when all I believed was you. And then, there is now! I don't even know which part of you to believe anymore. I'm just tired of it all. You have broken me in ways that made me think about considering you in my life. I'm not that strong when it comes to you, but this time, the fallen out pieces of love that I have for myself is greater than any feeling that I have for you. Living days without you would be an incredibly hard task to do. But you know, people say that you can even cross mountain peaks if you are determined to do so. And you are just a mere human! Please don't think about me being angry with you. Trust me, it's not. I need you to go for my own self. And for my own peace. Giving up on you was never an option for me. But, it turned out to be a necessity now. This is that situation for me when walking out of your life is hard, but staying is the hardest. And I made my choice. To say the least, thank you for making me realize my own worth in my life! From, (no longer)

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