Dear love,
It’s unfair to keep lying to you,
And most importantly, to myself,
That I want to be here, with you.
For just as love blossoms,
So does love wither.
And just as love grows,
So does love die.
As love sparks and attracts,
So does love fade and repels.
As love holds us together,
So does love let us down.
As love heals and repairs,
So does love plague and hurt.
As everything with a beginning,
So does everything have an end.
They say we choose who to love.
I did. I chose to love you.
From where I’m standing right now
I choose…. To stop loving you too.
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