This is me, accepting the ache of missing you. This is me accepting the fact that we will no longer making memories together. This is me coming to the terms with the reality of the future without you. This is me understanding that you will do everything we had spoken about – you will live a life you proud of, you will become the person you told me you hoped you could be, you will experience all of the things you wanted to experience – but all of that will happen without me by your side.
This is me accepting sometimes beautiful things end. This is me coming to the terms with the fact that sometimes leaving is an act of love too. This is my heart with the thought – that one point in time, we were the lucky ones.
This is me, moving on.