(A/N: My little...I guess you could call it song fic(?)...about letting go. Think of it as a letter to that one person you never want to see again, but miss with all your heart.)

Dear.................. ,

Things change so easily; that’s what I hate about life. People change, for the better...for the worse; places change, become the unknown; and feelings change, until you just don’t know what you feel anymore.

That’s how I feel right now; nothing. It’s both relieving and deeply saddening at the same time. No, that’s not right... I can’t really describe what it feels like, it’s just nothing.

I make no sense whatsoever, and I know that, but I don’t care. I don’t want to make sense anymore. I don’t want to feel anything; ever again, I just want to be. Even if being me means being nothing.

People say that when someone leaves you, you should let go, detach yourself and find someone new. You’ll never heal your heart until you do. I guess that’s good advice, and I guess I should follow it. If only I knew how...

I remember all the time we spent together, and how quickly it passed, and I wonder if that feeling will ever last; be it will you or with anyone else. But do I want it to last? Do I want the memories that I know will eventually bring me to tears?

I don’t. I know in my heart that I don’t; and it’s all because of you.

You may think it unfair that I blame you for all my pain, it’s not you fault you may say, but who else’s fault is it then? It’s yours, all yours, and you can’t do anything to change that now. Don’t try and take me back, make things better, make my pain go away. It doesn’t work that way; and I wouldn’t take you back for the world.

I have to tell you, I didn’t see this coming. I thought we we’re happy, I thought we’d be together forever. But I forgot completely how damn unpredictable you are.

I hope you remember me, I hope you remember me forever, so that when you look back on those times in your life when you were actually happy, you’ll think of me. I hope you had the time of your life. I hope you had the time of your fucking life. Then may your memories be made in to daggers, to stab the heart in you that made you think what you have now makes you happy.

The good memories will always hurt more than the bad ones.

You probably think I’m crazy now, sending you a letter like this, your probably glad to be rid of me. That or you feel sorry for me, and want to do something to help me. I’d rather you think me insane than take your fake sympathy.

This letter is my goodbye, my little rant that will help me let you go, try and move on like all those oh-so-wise people advise me to do. So read it and know that I want to let you go, I will let you go. I don’t need you; I don’t want you, so leave me now and forever, and don’t ever turn back, because I’m already gone.

Goodbye, so long, and good riddance.