Greg's POV
Dear Wendy,
I intend for you to never see this letter, but I needed to write it. Maybe if I wrote down these feelings and thoughts, I can finally let them go. Quite simply, I need to let you go.
As you know, I was in love with you, but maybe you don't know that I still am. But my love is different from your love. You are generous with your love, but it is not the love I desire. I know I'm greedy, but I can't help it. If you grew up with something you never had, when you finally get a slight taste of it, you would want to keep it all to yourself. For me, that was you and your love.
I never felt love until I met you. Funny how a clumsy, dorky, little girl could show me love that should've have been given to me by adult, grown parents. You have me so much, but asked for nothing in exchange but my time and presence. For once, I felt like someone on this Earth wanted me to exist simply because they love me.
But I can't accept your love anymore. I am unworthy of it, and I no longer desire it. I want a different love from you, but I know very well I can never have it. I thought I was reasonable enough, but I am not. I am relieved to see you're happy with another man, but I can't lie: I grow unhappier day by day seeing that. I know eventually, my unhappiness will spill over and taint your happiness. You share your happiness with me, but all I can return is unhappiness. It seems so unfair to you.
You have your own life now, your own family. You can't keep accommodating me. I can't keep weighing you down, so I'll let go of you now.
Still, I am a coward. I cannot tell you the truth, so I had to hurt you. I don't deserve your love, so I wanted you to hate me instead. I'm sorry. I know I caused you pain in that moment, but it is only temporary. You needed that short moment of hurt, so you could avoid the years of pain I would eventually give you.
We've already said our goodbyes, but I never got to properly thank you. I'll just write it down here. Thank you for loving me. You made this miserable life a bit worth enduring.
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