"Dear...Let me go"

 

Let me go now. It is neither easy for me nor for the love I have cherished. You can hold my hand, but we can't ignore what destiny has planned for us. Let me suffer alone. I can't bear to see both of us suffering and bleeding without shedding a single tear. Now is the only time we will suffer less—for the first and last time, we should cry happily.

Dear, let me remember it as a cold breeze that touched my soul, and let you forget it as a healed scar on your body. I know I was naive to promise that I would always be there for you, but one promise I will try to fulfil until I lose myself is to write to you. I will not let anything come between me and inking my love to you. So, if I cannot stand against hardships, I will let my inked words be the warrior.

Let me go, my dear—so far that you can't see the changes in me. You will feel betrayed without any betrayal. Believe me, I was honest, and honestly, I can't imagine betraying you, even in my nightmares. Actually, Dostoevsky could help me make you understand: 'Your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing.'

On behalf of all the unexpressed love I have for you, I can proudly say I have committed the worst sin, but I have destroyed and betrayed myself for something. So, let me go now, my dear.

~A