Sample Goodbye Letter to your Ex-lover
Writing a goodbye letter to your Ex Boyfriend or Girlfriend is definitely the most painful but therapuetic way to let it all out, leave everything behind, and move on. Below is a sample letter to guide you or somewhat, give you and idea on how to make some statement about your feelings and how willing you are for closure, to forgive, and then forget.
Love is a promise; love is a souvenir, once given never forgotten, it never disappear." — John Lennon
To the man I love,
It seems like it was only yesterday since we last exchanged our promises. It’s so unbearable watching you go, but your promises were kept in my heart, it was sealed, it was buried deep in my soul. In spite of it, I tried to stay strong. You know I only believe in you. I trust in you. But everything seems to be not the way we want to play it right. You started to feel so cold. Unseen. Unheard. The man who made me feel like I’m very special and so dear suddenly changed and left me unwanted and broken.
Right then, I started searching for answers. Making moves that might change your mind, work things right and eventually make you come back. But I always end up lying awake in the middle of the night, questioning myself a million and one times what went wrong and finally falling asleep from mental exhaustion but with no answer. You left me carry the pains all alone. Hoping for you to come and save me, but you didn’t.
It is embarrassing having to publicly piece myself together, pick up my shame and if all else fails, rapidly go to bathroom and pray no one spots the swollen eyes. I felt as though I was moving from place to place, not really living but simply existing. I wish I could describe to you the pain I felt as I held back the tears all day, and then finally release them at night. I want to chase you. But no, I still have my pride. It’s the only thing that’s left in me. When begging for love was the only option to make people stay. It’s not what my parents taught me. That’s not who I am.
Know that I was once the girl you laid your eyes of. Of my independence, of my sense of humor, how I carry myself around people, how beautiful I am in my own way, how I laugh with your lame jokes. Know that I was destroyed before and another destruction isn’t what I’m aiming for. That I have stepped over my fears and insecurities to be with you.
Yet, you chose not to hear my voice singing the songs I loved, to see my face, sit beside me and tell me you love me, hear my laugh, or just those simple conversations we once had. I remember you asked me why I love you. I have a clear answer now. Because I trust you that’s why I love you. I trust you with every cell in my being, I trust you despite your dark past and broken pieces, I trust you with every mistake you made and mistakes to come. Now replace the word trust with love. See?
Love is like a drug. It gives you a rush, a kind of high like no other. It makes you feel taller in this big world. It makes you stronger under society’s heavy weight. But when that sort of feeling is suddenly taken away, you become ill, like a drug withdrawal. You get sick.
I always remember how you got me with your of kisses I can’t count, like your lips is only meant to kiss mine. The way you hug me so tight when it’s cold saying I’ll be safe in your arms. The warmth of your hands that never fails to comfort me. You got me with your sweet words and promises of love. And all the beautiful memories you once offered me.
But now is the time to turn the page. It’s time to let go. It’s time for the right person to come find me and stay. It’s time to be happy again.
Every day, God always reminds me a million reasons to live. That life has more wonderful things to offer. That I really don’t want to die. The time when the reason behind my smile is no longer you. A time when a person, once a stranger, became everything. And then, eventually seemed to somehow become stranger again. A stranger who will forever leave a space in my heart and my mind.
We were us. And now you are you, and I am me.
Our love will now be a yesterday’s story.
But let me remind you of these. As the day starts, enjoy the sun rise. The crisp wind of the early morning, the smell of the fresh cut grass, the movement of the trees. Smile and take the moment to take it all in and appreciate the beauty. I know it will make you look stupid, but it helps. Make it a habit. When life seems to be so unkind, look above.
There He stays. Waiting. Because I don’t already have the privilege to comfort you, but I asked Him many times to look after you.
To my Ex-something. Ex-almost. Ex-maybe. Thank you. Although it’s not you that I will be spending my life with. Thank you for preparing me for the man that I will be sharing with. Thank you for turning your back and leaving me behind, for that, I realized love truly doesn’t need to be reciprocated. Thank you for making me feel so special. Thank you for the meaning behind that forehead kiss for I gained self-respect and self-worth. Thank you, for you made me realized how precious I am. That I am rare, a treasure that is hard to discover. An artifact. A gold. Thank you.
From the woman you once loved,
changonmyway
Love is a promise; love is a souvenir, once given never forgotten, it never disappear." — John Lennon
To the man I love,
It seems like it was only yesterday since we last exchanged our promises. It’s so unbearable watching you go, but your promises were kept in my heart, it was sealed, it was buried deep in my soul. In spite of it, I tried to stay strong. You know I only believe in you. I trust in you. But everything seems to be not the way we want to play it right. You started to feel so cold. Unseen. Unheard. The man who made me feel like I’m very special and so dear suddenly changed and left me unwanted and broken.
Right then, I started searching for answers. Making moves that might change your mind, work things right and eventually make you come back. But I always end up lying awake in the middle of the night, questioning myself a million and one times what went wrong and finally falling asleep from mental exhaustion but with no answer. You left me carry the pains all alone. Hoping for you to come and save me, but you didn’t.
It is embarrassing having to publicly piece myself together, pick up my shame and if all else fails, rapidly go to bathroom and pray no one spots the swollen eyes. I felt as though I was moving from place to place, not really living but simply existing. I wish I could describe to you the pain I felt as I held back the tears all day, and then finally release them at night. I want to chase you. But no, I still have my pride. It’s the only thing that’s left in me. When begging for love was the only option to make people stay. It’s not what my parents taught me. That’s not who I am.
Know that I was once the girl you laid your eyes of. Of my independence, of my sense of humor, how I carry myself around people, how beautiful I am in my own way, how I laugh with your lame jokes. Know that I was destroyed before and another destruction isn’t what I’m aiming for. That I have stepped over my fears and insecurities to be with you.
Yet, you chose not to hear my voice singing the songs I loved, to see my face, sit beside me and tell me you love me, hear my laugh, or just those simple conversations we once had. I remember you asked me why I love you. I have a clear answer now. Because I trust you that’s why I love you. I trust you with every cell in my being, I trust you despite your dark past and broken pieces, I trust you with every mistake you made and mistakes to come. Now replace the word trust with love. See?
Love is like a drug. It gives you a rush, a kind of high like no other. It makes you feel taller in this big world. It makes you stronger under society’s heavy weight. But when that sort of feeling is suddenly taken away, you become ill, like a drug withdrawal. You get sick.
I always remember how you got me with your of kisses I can’t count, like your lips is only meant to kiss mine. The way you hug me so tight when it’s cold saying I’ll be safe in your arms. The warmth of your hands that never fails to comfort me. You got me with your sweet words and promises of love. And all the beautiful memories you once offered me.
But now is the time to turn the page. It’s time to let go. It’s time for the right person to come find me and stay. It’s time to be happy again.
Every day, God always reminds me a million reasons to live. That life has more wonderful things to offer. That I really don’t want to die. The time when the reason behind my smile is no longer you. A time when a person, once a stranger, became everything. And then, eventually seemed to somehow become stranger again. A stranger who will forever leave a space in my heart and my mind.
We were us. And now you are you, and I am me.
Our love will now be a yesterday’s story.
But let me remind you of these. As the day starts, enjoy the sun rise. The crisp wind of the early morning, the smell of the fresh cut grass, the movement of the trees. Smile and take the moment to take it all in and appreciate the beauty. I know it will make you look stupid, but it helps. Make it a habit. When life seems to be so unkind, look above.
There He stays. Waiting. Because I don’t already have the privilege to comfort you, but I asked Him many times to look after you.
To my Ex-something. Ex-almost. Ex-maybe. Thank you. Although it’s not you that I will be spending my life with. Thank you for preparing me for the man that I will be sharing with. Thank you for turning your back and leaving me behind, for that, I realized love truly doesn’t need to be reciprocated. Thank you for making me feel so special. Thank you for the meaning behind that forehead kiss for I gained self-respect and self-worth. Thank you, for you made me realized how precious I am. That I am rare, a treasure that is hard to discover. An artifact. A gold. Thank you.
From the woman you once loved,
changonmyway
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