There wasn't a point in my existence where I thought paper can cause damage to me. By this, I don’t mean paper cuts. I meant words. I ponder if what hurts most is that I keep the letter or that I want to get rid of it. Letting go of it weakens me but keeping it brings guilt. If I didn't have this letter, I wouldn’t have any part of you with me besides good memories. If I didn’t have this letter perhaps you’d still be here with me. Reading this letter makes me want to bring you back into my life and ignoring it continues to make me feel forgotten by you. It has me question why you left one day without reason. I don’t know if it was something that I did or if you might’ve been unhappy but part of me says that whatever this unhappiness was had to do something with me. From what others have told me you’re much happier. How you’re blooming into the person you’ve always dreamed to be. I wish I can be there to see it happen, to see how much you’ve grown but I have to be better and tell myself you’re happy. To tell myself that in life you have to make sacrifices and that at times you have to leave behind all that you wish to keep but needed to let go. There might not be a place in your life where I fit but I can only hope that there could be. If the time comes when I can be there for you, with you, know that I always and will forever be open arms. A happy life, new beginnings, all that you’ve wished for, I hope you get it all because the one dream I had has already shattered.