The more time we spend together, the more intense our relationship gets. And Im happy about it.

At least, I was. Ive

always wanted to be with someone. Be part of the whole boyfriend-girlfriend tandem. And I couldnt be happier when
that someone turned out to be you. I know how blessed I am. A lot of girls would kill just to have someone like you
with them. And that you chose me over them; it makes me want to believe that somehow, somewhere, I mustve done
something right. This isnt just a clich. This is the truth. You know how I was. You know all my demons. And yet, you
still accepted me, even showed me that I wasnt as worthless as I thought I was. You made me believe in myself. And
because of that, I started to believe in everything else. Including us. Especially us. Me and you. You and me.
Such beautiful words put together by equally beautiful circumstances. Who knew human love could be this
wonderful? But just like that favorite pair of shoes that we wear a lot, the closer we got and the longer we stayed
together, weve slowly become worn out. Weve lost control. Weve gone way beyond what were allowed to do. The
thrill was exhilarating. And the more we do it, the more we believed that we were in love. Love. Thats what we called
it. Now as I look back, it makes me sad to realize how we needed to sin just to validate our love. Weve allowed our
impulses to control us and in the process, weve lost who we really are. I love you. You know that. And as much as it
hurts me to do this, I know I have to. I need peace within me. I need that guilt-free life that I used to have. And the
only way to get it back is to have to let you go. This is sad. Im letting you go not because I dont love you anymore.
The sad thing is I think a part of me will always love you. But I am letting you go because I know that the more we
stay together, the more I will get lost. Ive gone too far now. And I want to turn around while I still can. I need to find
myself. Again. Maybe, in the near future, life will bring us back again. Better. Wiser. And at the right time. But for now,
Im going to have to regain my freedom back. Good byes are sad. They always are. But I know that theyre meant to
make us stronger.