I think I've reached the point of giving up, of surrendering to the fact that I will never be good enough for you. I feel sorry for you, and I want you to be happy. I know what it's like to obsess over someone. I know what it's like to do anything for them, be anything for them. I know how completely debilitating it is, and I know that you will try and try to replace them, but its never quite the same.

When you go and visit her in November, treasure every moment with her. Be thankful that she wants you as much as you want her. Bask in the happiness that she brings, treasure every time your heart skips a beat, because it means you're in love. Hold on to that feeling, hold onto her, and never, ever let go.

I choose to be happy for you. I choose to surrender to the sadness. I will be dragged down a long, long way. But I know I'll resurface. I won't drown this time.

I'm just sorry I wasn't good enough.