My Dearest,
For as long as I can remember, I’ve considered myself a strong and independent woman. But when it comes to us, to this love we’ve shared, I find myself losing that strength, that independence that has defined me for so long. It’s not because I’m a coward; it’s because I can’t bear to see you hurt as I tell you what you don’t want to hear.
And that’s why I’m writing this letter. It’s a letter I never imagined I’d have to write, but here I am, pouring my heart onto these pages because I can’t look you in the eyes and say the words I must.
I know you, my love. I know that if I were to stand before you and say the words, tell you that I’m leaving, it would break you. You would be disappointed, shattered, and you’d plead with me to stay. You’d promise to change, to make things right.
And I know, deep down, I’d want to believe you. I’d want to believe that this time would be different, that your promises would hold true. But reality has a way of teaching us some hard lessons, and I can’t let myself fall into that familiar trap again.
So, here I am, writing this break-up letter from a distance. I need the space to clear my thoughts and think straight. I don’t want to hurt you, especially after everything we’ve been through together. But I can’t continue down this path with you in my life.
I can’t keep putting you first when you rarely do the same for me. I can’t keep fighting for your attention while you readily give it to others. I can’t continue to feel like my voice goes unheard, that my opinions and desires are dismissed.
I don’t want you making decisions for me, deciding my path, or telling me what I should and shouldn’t do. I am more than capable of making choices for myself, of knowing what’s best for me. Throughout our relationship, you didn’t treat me as an equal, as an adult. You always had a desire to be the dominant one, the one with the final say.
And you know what? I’m exhausted by it. I don’t want to be with someone who doesn’t see my worth, who wants to mold me into someone they want to love. I want you to love me for who I am, to accept me entirely, without ever entertaining the thought of changing me, not even a single bit.
Am I asking for too much? Is it an impossible request? I don’t think so, especially considering everything I’ve done for you. It’s not too much to ask because, if it were true love, you would have understood my desires just by looking at me. But you’ve never been able to do that.
You’ve never looked beyond my exterior. You’ve never shown a real interest in getting to know me on a deeper level. You simply wanted someone who would boost your ego, someone who would fulfill your wishes and be a source of fun and entertainment.
I became that person for you, losing myself along the way just to make you happy. But I’ve reached a breaking point where I barely recognize myself anymore. I’ve changed so much to please you that I forgot how to love myself. The girl I see in the mirror isn’t the happy, positive girl she once was.
She’s lost because she’s no longer listening to her own heart; instead, she’s following someone else who isn’t right for her. She’s following the man she thought would be her happily ever after, but he’s not, and he never will be.
Writing this break-up letter is agonizing for me, and I know it would be even more painful if I were to say these words to your face. I know I wouldn’t have the strength to resist your pleas, your attempts to convince me to return.
But today is the day I’m setting myself free, whether you want it or not. I’ve spent far too long listening to your wishes, and now it’s my turn. I need you to respect my only wish, the one I’m expressing in this letter. I want you to respect my decision, just as I’ve always respected yours.
I want you to release me from this relationship because it’s no longer love; it’s become a bitter compromise. I can’t continue living like this, and I can’t let you hold me back any longer.
You might wonder if there’s someone else behind this decision, but there isn’t. I still love you deeply, but you’re causing me pain that no one else ever has. You’re hurting me, even as I love you, and you show no willingness to change.
You break your promises as if they mean nothing, and you repeat the same patterns over and over again. I’ve grown wise enough to see that by doing all of this, you don’t truly love me.
You love the idea of me, the convenience of having someone to share your morning coffee, to keep you warm on cold winter nights, and to show off. I used to be that person for you, but not anymore.
So, please don’t call me, don’t beg me for another chance, because I’ve given you too many already. Don’t text me, don’t try to find me. Breaking up with you isn’t easy, and I can’t just get over it overnight.
Let’s not make this harder than it already is. Deep down, you must have known that a moment like this would come eventually. It’s better that it happens now, while there’s still a chance for both of us to find our true matches.
In the end, I want you to understand that I don’t hate you. I believe that you came into my life for a reason, perhaps to make me stronger, to teach me that real love can’t be found on every street corner, and to show me that sometimes it’s better to be alone than in bad company.
And that’s precisely what I intend to do now – be alone, free from you, and fully focused on rediscovering myself. Perhaps in losing you, I’ll finally find what I’ve been seeking all along – perhaps I’ll find myself.
With love,
The girl who used to be yours