I got the point that I should leave you alone but we both know that I’m not that strong.

To compare my love to hers isn’t fair. It only makes me feel like everything I gave you was insignificant, and that what I offered paled in comparison to what you became for her.

I was kind and patient. I stayed quiet, accepting only what you gave because I believed that was all I deserved. The pain of having just pieces of you seemed better than losing you completely. I held my breath when you left, exhaled in relief when you returned. I was weak for you, while she is strong and demanding. She pushes you to grow, to become the person I always knew you could be, but couldn’t bring out of you. I would have given anything to receive the love she now has, but not in the way she does. I saw the worst of you and loved you without safety.

Had we stayed together longer, you would have grown to resent me. You would have needed more than I could give, and I would have been unable to keep up. The carefree moments wouldn’t have been enough for you, and you would have left me behind. I would have been a shadow of the person you needed me to be, and the love I gave would have worn thin.

Now, seeing you with her shakes me. You’ve become someone I admire, but it makes me feel small. You’ve achieved so much, yet she seems to take it for granted. Her indifferent attitude toward your growth feels like a slap to everything you’ve worked for, as if she doesn’t recognize how far you’ve come.

I failed you not because I didn’t love you enough, but because I couldn’t help you become who you were meant to be. She’s the one who pushed you, yet she doesn’t seem to appreciate it.

Time has passed, but I still fear losing you. While you’re with her, I know you’ll uphold your commitments, but I wonder if she truly sees you for who you are. It hurts to know that you’ve become the man I always hoped for, only for her to overlook it. And the fear lingers—that even though you’ve changed, even though you’ve grown, there’s still the chance that I’ll lose you again. The thought of you slipping away, not just from me, but from the version of you that I’ve watched evolve, terrifies me. I can’t help but fear that, like before, I won’t be enough, and in time, I’ll be replaced, forgotten, and left behind.

Letting you go is the last token of my love that I can offer. But even as I let go, I know I haven’t truly released you. Part of me will always hold on, quietly waiting for those fleeting moments when our paths cross again. I’ll cherish those moments—whether it’s a “Happy Birthday” or “How’s it going”—even if they are only special to me.