All I feel is your absence and the related stir of emotions from my goodbye. Impossible to erase how much love is written in this letter.
Dear Happily Ever Never,
I hope you're doing well. I don't mean that in some sarcastic, tail hole kind of way. I genuinely mean it. I hope you're well and happy because I am. I didn't think it possible. I really didn't. There are some moments when I still don't think it's possible. You were such a huge part of my life. And if I'm being honest with myself, there's a hole where you were. There are no more good morning or goodnight texts. There are no more calls just to say hey. No more snap chats of our songs. We don't share stuff on Facebook or tag each other in pictures anymore. Our relationship status' are back to what they were 10 months ago.
I'm not going to lie, a change that drastic sucks. For nine months you were my life. We fought and made up, laughed and cried. We met each other's families and friends. We became each other's faimily. You were my best friend, my anchor, my shoulder to cry on, my motivation. We had everything figured out. You were going to be my forever. We were going to conquer anything and everything. We were the perfect couple.
But somewhere along the way, I lost myself. I became your girl. That's even how I introduced myself from time to time. My schedule revolved around you, even from miles away. I stayed in my room. I didn't do anything outside of class and softball. But it still wasn't enough. I had given you everything that I could, short of quitting school and moving back. But somewhere else along the way, you gave up. You quit trying to be the man I fell in love with. You quit believing in me, in us. You wanted the future so bad that you lost focus on the now. Then you did the one thing you said you never would. You quit fighting.
We weren't perfect but together I felt like we could overcome everything. But everything got the best of us and that's okay. Sometimes we are only meant to play a role in someone's life for a short while even though we would like for it to be a permanent role. Sometimes all we are meant for is 9 months when we dreamed of forever. And when that "sometimes" happens, you're left to pick up the pieces. I'm left mailing your stuff back and seeing what seems like a happy you on social media. I'm stuck trying to find something that isn't attached to you, knowing that everything has some sort of memory. I'm turning the station when our songs come on. I'm saying goodbye.
You'll always have a place in my heart. There's no doubt about that. A love that burns as hot and fast as ours did will always leave a mark. I'm picking up my pieces, but I'm okay. I hope you are, too. I'll leave you with Dolly's famous words,
"I hope life treats you kind, and I hope that you have all that you ever dreamed of and I wish you joy and happiness. But above all of this, I wish you love and I will always love you"
I couldn't have given you the world, my love, but, I swear I would have made you feel like the only person in it. Our time came to an end long.
I know now that I must let you go. Despite the hurt, the anger, the sadness, the confusion, the longing still there I can and will let this love go. I have no regrets. I loved you with everything inside of me. Once I realized the truth I didn’t hold back. I didn’t run away. I didn’t hide from it or you. I told you with honesty and sincerity. That is the way I love you, but I can’t and won’t anymore.
No matter how I feel about you, you don’t feel the same about me. I fell in love with you and thought you’d fall in love with me, but you didn’t. That is the truth. This love is all me and none of you, that is why it won’t be. I feel more. I care more. I want more, and I deserve more. You don’t feel enough. You don’t care enough. You don’t want more, but you do deserve someone you can love. You and I are friends. We can’t go back to the past versions of ourselves and change things. We grew up, we changed, we moved away, we live different lives.
It’s just never going to be more than friendship between us, and I have finally accepted that. I still waver, but deep down I realize that this isn’t right. I want more. I want more than you’ll ever give me. I deserve that, to have someone love me back. To have a person who adores me the way I adore them. To be the center of their attention. You’ll never give me that, and I can’t wait for you. I won’t anymore. This hurts too much, and I deserve to be happy.
I wanted the person beside me to be you. I wanted to walk through life with you. That will never happen. You’ll never be the guy for me. You’ll never be more than my friend, no matter what I want. I didn’t want to accept that. Deep down inside of me I didn’t want to give up on you, to give up on this love I have for you. Sometimes we have to give up, we have to let go, so that life can give us something even better, even more right for us. I wanted to believe if I waited, if I was patient I’d find that you loved me back. The truth is for you I’m an option not a priority. I’m the girl you knew in college. The girl who was/is your friend, but never more.
It was me that felt more, that wanted more than you could or world give me. When I told you how I felt, it was the bravest thing I’ve ever done. Me, the woman who didn’t know love like this until you has finally realized that love can end just as it began. I’m letting go of you, letting go of this love because I want more. I deserve someone who is going to put me first, who is going to be there for me, who is going to love me with all his heart. Someone who isn’t you. As much as I wanted you to be him, you are never going to be my person. You are not the person I’ve been waiting for. No matter how much I wanted you to be that person, you won’t be him. You and I are not going to live out a fairytale love story. You are not my happy ending. No happily ever afters between us. This truth hurts, but it also sets me free.
I won’t doubt this love. I won’t regret it. I won’t hold onto it. I’m letting go of you as anything more than a friend. I’m letting go of hoping for us to be more than that. You are on your own journey and I am on mine so let’s leave it at that. Let’s go our separate ways and wish each other luck and happiness. Let’s live well, and believe that the other is enjoying their life. The boy I fell in love with is becoming his own person, and the girl who fell in love with you is becoming her own woman. I’m proud of us. I’m proud of me for finally opening my heart and even now not closing it back up. I’m proud of myself for facing love with courage and heartache with the same. I’m proud of myself for trying, for being honest with you and me, for being sincere and genuine.
I’m not perfect. You are not perfect. We are flawed beings. I loved you for all of that, for your good and bad. It’s not your fault you don’t love me. We fall in love hoping the other person loves us back, but never expecting them too. I took a risk, the greatest risk of my 23 years and although I didn’t get you, I got a lot of good things for me out of it. I’m not going to hold on to you anymore love. I know deep down we are not meant to be more than this. You are not going to be the person I want and need you to be. I am not the person you need or want in your life.
You taught me about love, and about heartbreak. I now know both. What it feels like to want to put someone else first. To want to make someone happy. I know what it feels like to carry another person inside of you. I know what it feels like to be hurt and sad because of the person you love. To have your insides screaming in misery over them. I know the bittersweet taste of love because of you. Thank you for showing be I am capable of love, and I can overcome heartbreak. Next time, whenever that happens I’ll be even braver, even stronger, even more honest and sincere. I’ll trust that if two people are meant to be in each other’s lives life will give them opportunities to do so.
It’s crazy how we fall in love with people we’ll never end up with. We fall in love more than once, and if we are lucky one of them will last long enough for us to understand what it means to be loved by another person. To build a life with them. To have someone at your side, who’ll be there for a long time to come. I want that, someone who will be there. Who will understand and accept me. Who gets the things no one else does. I deserve that. I am worthy of that. So I’m not going to wait for you. I’m not going to hope for anything more between us. I’m not going to make you are priority in my life anymore. I’m going to say goodbye to this love I have for you. I’m going to say goodbye to the boy I fell in love with. I’m not going to reach out to you anymore. No more initiating anything between us. I’m going to say goodbye to what we once were. To let go of the past and the memories we shared. I won’t forget them, but I won’t put them on a pedestal. I don’t know who I am to you, but I won’t let you become anything more to me.
If we talk we talk. If we become friends again, we become friends again. But I won’t be the one to light that candle. I won’t hold my breath either. I’m going to live my life, love. I’m going to be happy. I’m going to enjoy it. I’m going to be proud of myself, and find someone who will notice that. Someone who isn’t you. This chapter of you and I is coming to its last page and whatever happens in the next chapter of my story will have no place for you. I’m on a journey but physically and emotionally and our paths won’t intertwine anymore. I feel like I can breathe again. I won’t be paralyzed by you anymore. It will take self-control and willpower but I won’t wave from this choice to let go of you and my love. I’m going to let time heal me and bring someone into my life that will teach me what it means to be loved, to be adored, to be appreciated, to be…
I was afraid to let go of you because you are the only love I know. I was afraid to lose that, to lose who you are to me. Afraid I’ll never find love again, but I know I have to let you go in order for my heart to be open to love again. A truer and deeper love. A mutual one. There is someone out there for me. Somewhere in this world he is living his life and one day when life deems it right we’ll meet. There is someone who is going to adore my quirky self. Who is going to lay next to me, and not want to be anywhere else. He’s going to be there for me during the good, bad, messy, and great times life brings our way. We’ll walk hand in hand through it all, and make it down each road together. He’ll be my best friend, my biggest fan, my lover, my everything, and I’ll be his. I won’t have to chase after him. He’ll look right at me and I’ll know I’m his and he’s mine. We’ll sit together and have conversations that will be the best parts of my days. We’ll make each other live better, enjoy more, be happy. We’ll support, challenge, comfort, and love each other. We’ll be what you and I never were.
This is the last time I’m say thank you. Thank you for filling my memories with happiness. Thank yo for bringing sunshine into my life. Thank you for being my first love. Thank you for teaching me I can overcome the pain, misery, and loneliness of a broken heart. I credit myself and the people around me for getting through that pain. Thank you for being the first love I opened my heart to. Thank yo for your friendship, no matter how fleeting it was.
Now it is time to say goodbye. Goodbye my love. There is so much to say but the words seem unnecessary now. This chapter of you and I comes to an end. This is the way it should be, so no tears, no sad smiles, just goodbye my first love.
~ by tsunamiblues on December 5, 2010.
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Tags: acceptance, First Love, Friends, friendships, Goodbye, letter, letting go of love, love letter, unrequited love
By Daily Mail Reporter
Updated: 00:45 BST, 29 July 2008
They are the words they hoped their families would never have to read.
Now, in a heartbreaking but ultimately uplifting book, author Rose Rouse has brought together a collection of last letters from those facing death - whether through illness, adversity, or in the heat of battle.
Each letter offers a compelling insight into the complexity of emotions we face as the end of our lives: they also offer a glimpse of the unquenchable strength of the human spirit.
Gunner Lee Thornton, 22, from Blackpool, was fatally shot in Basra, Iraq on September 7, 2006. Lee was in the 12th Regiment Royal Artillery and was the 118th British soldier to be killed in Iraq. Lee had written a last letter to his fiancée, 21-year-old Helen O'Pray, in case he did not return.
Hi babe, I don't know why I am writing this, because I really hope that this letter never gets to you, because if it does that means I am dead. It also means I never had time to show you just how much I really did love you.
You have shown me what love is and what it feels like to be loved. Every time you kissed me and our lips touched so softly, I could feel it. I got the same magical feeling as our first kiss. I could feel it when our hearts get so close they are beating as one.
You are the beat of my heart, the soul in my body; you are me, because without you I am nothing. I love you, Helen, you are my girlfriend, my fiancée and my best friend.
You are the person I know I could turn to when I needed help - you are the person I looked at when I needed to smile and you are the person I went to when I needed a hug. When I am away, it is like I have left my soul at your side.
You have shown me how to live and you have shown me how to be truly happy. I want you to know that every time I smile, you have put it there. You make me smile when others can't, you make me feel warm when I am cold.
You have shown me so much love and so much more. I want you to know how much you mean to me. You are my whole world and I love you with all my heart. You are my happiness.
Every night I spent away I had a photo of you on my headboard. Each night I would go to bed, kiss my fingers then touch your face.
I put the photo over my bed so you could look over me as I slept. Well, now it is my turn to look over you as you sleep and keep you safe in your dreams. I will always be looking over you to make sure you're safe.
Helen, I want to say something and I mean this more than I ever did before. You were the love of my life, the girl of my dreams. Just because I have passed away does not mean I am not with you. I'll always be there looking over you, keeping you safe.
So whenever you feel lonely, just close your eyes and I'll be there, right by your side.
Love always and for ever, Lee
Anne Reid from East London was 33 when, in 1992, she was diagnosed with cervical cancer. Her children, Kandy and Karl, were one and two years old - she was separated from their father, Eddie. Two years later, she lost her battle against the disease. Tormented by the thought of her son and daughter growing up without their mother, Anne put together a treasure chest of memories with words of wisdom which would help them as they grew up, including a last letter to them both.
My darlings Karl and Kandy,
By the time you read this, you will already know about the box of treasures I have left for you and, by now, you will also know why.
When I look back, I realise that I only discovered what living was all about when I had you two babies.
Through the letters I have left for you in your treasure chest, you will learn that, for ages, I wasn't able to have children. I went to see several doctors, had some medical treatment and then, against the odds, you two were born.
True to Murphy's Law, however, if anything can go wrong, it will. I had spent a lifetime searching for real happiness and then, when I found it, I learned that I had also developed cancer.
My first thought was, what would happen to my babies? Who would look after you while you grew up; who would advise you after I had gone?
You mean so much to me and I know that I mean so much to you, but, as I write this, I can't escape the fact that you are so young. By the time you become teenagers, I may be just a hazy memory. You might spend your lives wondering what your mother was really like. Was I good? Bad? Kind? Fair? Was I decadent or well-principled? What were my beliefs? Did I have any at all? You would want to know all about your roots, all the things that a simple photograph can't tell you.
Your treasure chest is filled with photographs and video tapes of Mummy and yourselves. There are Dictaphone tapes of Mummy's advice to you, memories, letters and the perfume I wear every day, so that you can remember what Mummy smelled like.
There are legal documents and the names of, and contact numbers for people who knew me during my life.
I have even included a cotton hanky for each of you to wipe away your tears.
Life is a never-ending series of falls and recoveries. You will make countless mistakes along the way, but that is all a part of growing up.
Most caring parents would do anything to stop their children from making the same mistakes that they did but, in my experience, although you can advise children not to do certain things, they will anyway.
Even if I were alive, there is no guarantee you would heed my warnings. I wouldn't dream of dictating to you how to lead your lives.
You must make your own decisions about how to deal with life's hurdles. I can only let you know how I dealt with mine and perhaps that will help you to help yourself. I hope that you will come to the best conclusions possible and make the right choices.
Most of all, by my leaving this treasure chest, you will know how much Mummy really, truly loved you.
If it is possible still to feel love after one has gone, then, certainly, I will love you for all eternity, for you are the treasures in my life and I shall cherish you for all time.
All love, Mummy xx
In March 1912, Antarctic explorer Captain Robert Scott wrote his last letter to his wife, Kathleen, and their three-year-old son, Peter, as he battled his way unsuccessfully back from the South Pole in sub-zero, conditions, suffering from frostbite and malnutrition. He died on March 29.
To my widow. Dearest darling. It is not easy to write because of the cold - 70 degrees below zero and nothing but the shelter of our tent...
We are in a very tight corner and I have doubts of pulling through. In our short lunch hours, I take advantage of a very small measure of warmth to write letters preparatory to a possible end.
If anything happens to me, I should like you to know how much you have meant to me.
Cherish no sentimental rubbish about remarriage. When the right man comes to help you in life, you ought to be your happy self again.
Make the boy interested in natural history if you can. It is better than games. Try to make him believe in a God; it is comforting.
Oh my dear, my dear, what dreams I had of his future and yet, oh my girl, I know you will face it stoically - your portrait and the boy's will be found in my breast.
What lots and lots I could tell you of this journey. What tales you would have for the boy, but, oh, what a price to pay. To forfeit the sight of your dear, dear face.
Writer Melissa Nathan was diagnosed with breast cancer in 2001 when she was 33. Two years later, she and husband Andrew Saffron became parents to son Sam - weeks before the cancer was found to have spread to Melissa's liver and bones. She died aged 37 - just after Sam's third birthday. She used the opening pages of her last book as a final letter to her family.
I am in the unusual position of knowing that this book will, in all probability, be published posthumously. And so please indulge me in a rather unusual set of acknowledgements.
First, to my wonderful parents. You have given me a life suffused with love, support and friendship. I have been lucky enough to see eye to eye with you both, and look up to you at the same time.
Please never feel that I have had a hard life. I have had 37 wonderful years, and I'm grateful to you both for giving me that. I am happy and at peace.
My wonderful Andrew. I respect you as much as I love you, and that is saying something. You, of all people I know, will get through this. After all, you've got through nearly 12 years of marriage with me, and that's no easy feat. I have been so lucky to know you.
You have been my steady rock, my gentle giant, my best friend, my everything. I wish you a happy life, full of love and joy.
And my amazing Sammy. I wanted to know you for longer, my love, but it wasn't to be. Still, at only three years old, you have already left an imprint on my heart that will go with me, wherever it is I'm going. Motherhood made my life worthwhile. And you gave me that.
What does a mother wish for her son? I wish you happiness. You have a wonderful daddy and a family who adores you.
Go into the world knowing that while you were everything to your mother, you won't have to deal with an annoying woman who can't stop kissing you when you're 15. I will be in the sky kissing you from afar.
Mick Scott was a prep-school master when World War II started. He joined the RAF and made his first operational flight, aged 26, on May 24, 1941. It was to be his last. He went missing over the North Sea.
Dear Mother and Daddy. You now know that you will not be seeing me any more, and perhaps the knowledge is better than the months of uncertainty which you have been through.
There are one or two things which I should like you to know, and which I have been too shy to let you know in person.
Firstly, let me say how splendid you both have been during this terrible war. Neither of you have shown how hard things must have been, and when peace comes this will serve to knit the family together as it should always have been knit.
As a family, we are terribly afraid of showing our feelings, but war has uncovered unsuspected layers of affection beneath the crust of gentlemanly reserve.
Secondly, I would like to thank you both for what you have done for me personally. Nothing has been too much trouble, and I have appreciated this to the full, even if I have been unable to show it.
Finally, a word of comfort. You both know how I have hated this war, but it has, however, done this for me. It has shown me new realms where man is free from earthly restrictions and conventions; where he can be himself playing hide and seek with the clouds, or watching a strangely silent world beneath, rolling quietly on, touched only by vague unsubstantial shadows moving placidly but unrelenting across its surface.
So please don't pity me for the price I have had to pay for this experience. This price is incalculable, but it may just as well be incalculably small as incalculably large, so why worry?
There is only one thing to add. Good luck to you all.
Lance Corporal Ben Hyde, 23, from Northallerton, North Yorkshire, was a military policeman who was killed by a mob at Majar al-Kabir, near Basra, in July 2003. His last letter to his parents was read out at his funeral.
Dear Mum and Dad. If you are reading this, then you will know I won't be coming home. I am up in the stars now looking down on you making sure that you are safe.
I am sorry for all the times I have been a pain but I know the good times outweighed the bad tenfold. Thank you for being the best parents anyone could ever have wished for. You gave me everything I could ever have wanted and more.
You have both got long lives ahead of you yet, so make sure you make use of every second you have, because sitting here writing this now I know just how precious time is.
Tell the rest of the family I was thinking of them and make sure they take care.
Forgiveness is something everybody deserves because one day, it may be too late.
Remember that every time you are thinking of me, I am thinking of you, too. Look after yourselves.
All my love, Ben
Kenneth Stevens was captured by the Japanese on February 10, 1942. At the beginning of May 1943, he and his fellow prisoners had to march for three weeks to get to a prisoner-of-war camp in the jungle on the Siam-Burma border. When they got there, food rations were so low that many men starved to death. Kenneth was admitted to the camp hospital on arrival. On June 15, he wrote his last letter to his wife, Penelope, who had been living in Singapore but had returned with their son, Christopher, to their home in Ilkley, Yorkshire. He died on August 10, 1943.
Penelope, my own darling. Life has become extremely grim since I last wrote to you. Food's very scarce and medical supplies also, and we are coping with cholera, dysentery and beri-beri - we lost 160-odd men out of 1,600 in three weeks, but things are slightly better now.
I spend the whole time living my life with you both in the past and what I hope for in the future. It was an inspiration for you to send that photo of you and Christopher - I looked at it for hours on end.
Oh darling, I do so passionately want to come out of this alive to be with you again - I want to be able to show you every day of my life how much I appreciate you and all your wonderfulness. I have thought so much of Chancery Hill, and what a beautiful home you made and how proud I was of it.
And, of course, above all there was our completely wonderful Christopher Michael, and I don't think anyone can deny that there were few babies like him.
So there you are, darling, as wife, housewife, housekeeper, hostess and mother you were a complete and outstanding success - do you wonder that I feel uncertain as to whether I can ever make up to you for the risks and unhappiness of the past two years?
I am hoping that the Government is giving you money to live on - there were supposed to have been arrangements made when we first went out to Changi as PoWs, but I doubt if they ever got through to England.
It's getting dark, sweetie, so I must stop. Loving you so tremendously much all the time.
Anthony Butterfield, a 19-year-old from California, was one of four marines who were killed when a suicide bomber caused a propane truck to explode in Rawah, Iraq, in July 2006. He wrote this last letter to his parents, brother and sisters.
Hi Mom, Dad, Britney, Jeremy and Bailey. If you're getting this letter, then I'm sure you've already heard. I'm so sorry. But know that I am safe now. I'm with God watching over you. I'll always be with you all. I wanna tell you all some special memories I'll always hold onto.
Staying up late with you, Mom, watching the food channel while you rub my back, or when I was little and you'd always get me a glass of chocolate milk.
With you, Dad, driving to volleyball tournaments, just you and me.
Britney when you used to drop me off at school and I thought I was so cool cause my friends got rides from their parents.
Bailey, remember all those late nights when you'd come into my room and we'd just talk. And just hanging out with my little sister.
You all mean the world to me. I hope I've made you all proud. I love you with all of my heart. Just know I made it to heaven before you and will see you again.
Your loving son/brother, Anthony.
When love leaves us, goodbye love letters give us closure. We rarely think about ending things with someone we still love. My Goodbye Love Letter.
Writing a breakup letter to someone can help bring closure to the situation, and it can even take the place of a face-to-face breakup. However, it's easy to get lost in your emotions and lose track of what you want to say. Sometimes, it's easier to look at a good example and use it to help you end the relationship. Learn how to write a break letter for all kinds of situations like lost love, cheating and finding someone new.
When you fall out of love, it's time to let go. Try to get your point across as gently as you can with a breakup letter like this one.
I can't stay in a relationship where there is no love, and it isn't fair to you to be stuck in a relationship that's a lie. I hope you're able to move on, and meet someone who will love you the way you deserve to be loved.
Love is like the tide, it comes and it goes. Unfortunately the tide is out in my love for you and I don't think it will come back in. I know it's hard to hear, but the least I can give you now is honesty. I hope you can move on like the rolling ocean waves, with strength and purpose.
All the Best,
Writing a break up letter to someone you love often takes on a more sad, emotional tone. If you have strong feelings of love for someone, but know the relationship just can't work you can try writing a romantic goodbye break up letter.
My Dearest Shawn,
As I write, I already feel that I will regret this letter forever. You brought me a joy like no other man ever could at a time I needed it most. You brought out the best in me by simply being you. Your love has lifted me to the greatest heights imaginable.
I am deeply hurt, and my heart will undoubtedly be scarred because we can't be together. I don't think I'll ever find a love as true as ours, and I'm not sure I ever want to try.
Although you can't take me with you, I've given you my heart to keep forever. Cherish it as you've cherished me, and we'll always be together.
With Deepest Love and Sympathy,
Stephanie My Love,
There may be billions of women in the universe, but none will ever shine brighter than you. Like the North Star, you'll guide my heart throughout life no matter where I am. When the night skies are filled with darkness, your love will shine through to give me hope.
Thank you for giving yourself to me in the purest sense. Thank you for showing me what love was meant to be. Maybe someday our stars will align again.
Goodnight and goodbye,
If someone else has captured your heart, be honest with you partner and make a clean break. A letter worded like those below will help you do it as kindly as possible, even if the other person feels it is a sad breakup letter.
It's not fair to you for me to pretend our relationship is going to work when I know in my heart my attention is elsewhere. You deserve someone who will love you, and only you, and I know you will find someone who will treat you right.
I'll always remember our time together as a special time in my life. I hope you can forgive me and realize my leaving is the best thing for everyone involved.
I've made a mistake, and it's not easy to admit. I let my emotions wander to someone new. I should have been focused on our relationship, but another woman captured my heart.
I want you to know my actions have nothing to do with you. I've enjoyed our time together and appreciate what you've given to me. You were filling my cup, but for some reason I never felt full. I wish for you to carry on being you, it will be exactly what another man needs.
Nothing kills a relationship quicker than infidelity, so don't settle for less than you deserve. Kick that cheater to the curb with a letter that leaves no room for doubt that it's over.
You may not realize I know what you have been up to with Delaney. The truth is what's done in darkness will always come to light, and I can't ignore the fact your attentions have turned to someone else.
We're over. I can only hope someday the same thing happens to you, and you can know the pain that comes with having been cheated on. Here's a preview: It feels horrible.
Long-distance relationships are tough, and sometimes they don't work out even if no one is at fault. If you want to try to stay on good terms, say goodbye to your partner with a letter which ends the romance but still leaves an opportunity to remain friends.
No one should have to put up with abuse. You should end the relationship immediately with a letter that puts the blame exactly where it belongs and slams the door on any chance of reconciliation.
Whether you're in a relationship with a gold digger or someone who is a walking financial disaster, one of these letters will help you regain control of your heart and your bank account.
It's possible to care for someone deeply and still find yourselves heading down different paths in life. Break up with a letter that states the truth but still shows you respect and care about your soon-to-be former partner.
If you feel like you're playing second fiddle to your partner's career and you've had enough, it's time to get out of the relationship. Depending on the circumstances, one of these letters should serve as an example of how to set yourself free.
Your sad relationship letter to your boyfriend or girlfriend will help you end the relationship with your partner, but delivering it won't be all you will need to do. If your soon-to-be-ex does not know the two of you are about to break up, you may have to do some consoling, and explain yourself further. Of course, it would be easier just to hand over a note and say goodbye, but that is not a responsible or sensitive way to break up with someone in most cases. Remember you did once care for this person, and it's only fair to try to provide some closure.
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