I hope you know that I will remember you, but not for the pain or sadness but for the beautiful moments we shared.
I hope you will remember me for the same too.
I hope you feel like you have grown, as much as I, in the time we spent together. And in the way that we could, only when we were together.
I hope you realize that our journey was necessary; not a waste of time or effort. A necessary start, as is also a necessary end.
I hope you learned, from my mistakes, from your mistakes, from our mistakes.
I hope you come to understand that we were made for each other when we were, but we change in ways that may not always allow us to remain for each other– and although it is sad and difficult to adjust to– we understand is a part of life. And we see that we are better now than before.
I hope you could somehow accept what has happened and look at it with fondness, but not longing, because there will be better days ahead.
I hope you move forward with strength and purpose, and find that there is no void within you to be filled.
I hope you become happy.
I hope you forgive me.
I hope for the best. For me and for you.
Hope may be a flimsy thing to hold on to.
But when all the problems around us seem to be beyond fixing, the hope that things will get better is the only comforting thought.
I realize that I’m too selfish. I keep talking about what I hope for because its ideal. Its easy to imagine me getting what I want. Its simple and voicing it out is easy.
I wish you could get everything you hope for.