A Goodbye Letter to My Ex: Letting Go of the Love You Couldn’t Say

Hey Lover,

Can I still call you that?

I’ve been thinking a lot about us lately — about everything we went through, and how it all ended. I’ve come to terms with it now, but I need to say goodbye. Not in a dramatic way, but in a way that feels like the only real thing left to do. You loved me, I know you did. But you never said it. And I guess I’ve finally realized that, sometimes, love isn’t enough when it’s not expressed.

I want to tell you how I feel, but I think you already know. This is for me, though — my way of letting go. I need to move on, but I can’t do that without putting my feelings into words for the different stages of grief that I am going through.

I Thought You Might Be The One

At first, I convinced myself that everything would work out. I remember thinking, “I thought you might be the one.” I told myself we were just in a rough patch, and that eventually, you’d open up, that maybe you just needed more time. I kept waiting, thinking that one day, you’d say the words I desperately needed to hear. But that never happened, and I kept telling myself I was being silly for expecting something different.

The Anger That Came with Silence