The hardest word to say is goodbye. But here's my goodbye letter to you.

I've been writing about you every day for the past few months. About how you kissed me, how you loved me and how eventually you left me.

But it's time for me to let you go. It's been so long.

The hardest thing is you moving on faster than I'm able to. And I still don't understand you.

Why did you lead me on? It feels like you were helping me climb up, left me hanging on the edge for a while and then cut the rope. You told me you didn't want a girlfriend, so that's what you didn't get. And now there's a new girl in your life.

Even though we didn't work out, you were the best thing that's happened to me. You taught me so much, mostly about being on my own. But thank you for everything you've done for me.

Why did you play games with me? Why did you treat me this way? Why did you dance with me between the candles? Why did you hold me when you weren't planning to hold on? Why did you wake up one day and decided: I don't love her anymore?

I guess I'll never know the answer to this.

And I still love you so much. But loving you is slowly killing me and it's pure torture and I can't do this to myself any longer. I really can't. I loved you too much and ruined it on my own by having high hopes and expectations.

Of course I could lower myself again and beg you to stay. You said you'd stay. But I'm not gonna do that to myself any longer. I can't throw my pride away again. I've begged for you so many times. But you're not coming back. I have to accept that.

It's gonna hurt like hell to see you with that other girl.

But no matter how much you've hurt me, I'll carry you in my heart forever.