When I told my friends of his decision, they asked whether he was having a midlife crisis, stress at work maybe, or was there another woman, anything to support me. But, none of this could dilute the fact that he had made a decision, his own decision. My friends were angry, but why wasn’t I? Why was I so calm, so kind, so happy, so accepting?
Because his love for me was not an obligation. He didn’t owe me all he gave me for four wonderful years, nor did I ever ask for it. He was no longer happy, so he made a decision. How could I make him feel he had to stay, when staying was no longer his choice.
I feel so proud, of this man, who loved me enough, respected me enough, to just let me know his truths. I loved him enough to hear him, over the heartbreak.
Thank you H, for your fortified love, respect, and support during our four years. And thank you, for your honesty in letting me go.
When we were together, I’d say that I always wished for you to fly, with or without me. Now I know, I truly meant it.
I have never known a love so great, as the love I let go of.