I’ve never been one for cutting people out of my life. It’s just something I’ve never really believed in. Everyone deserves to have someone. No one deserves to be cut out. I still believe that. It’s just that, sometimes you can’t keep chasing after people. If you love them you don’t let them go right? Or if you love them you do let them go? If they’re shitty you let them go? If they’re perfect you let them go? Everyone’s “slogan” for love seems to have the theme of letting go. My commitment to chasing after people and showing them I will always be there for them - I think it has become an aspect of pride for me. I pride myself in never letting go. I don’t want to let go of that pride - my commitment is one good thing I can see in myself. Long ago I decided I was never going to be “that person.” But maybe I am going to be. I think I am deciding to be. Yeah, so I love you. In the sort of way where I remember your favorite stories, I know the smile you give when you’re blushing - even when there is no apparent pink in your cheeks; the sort of way where I don’t even mind giving you gifts (I hate gifts btw), and even the most mundane details of your day are interesting to me - because it is you. I don’t want kisses or hugs or rings or promises. I just want the day-to-day reminders of you. In everyone’s life there is a theme of “letting go,” even if there are many different reasons. I’m letting go dude. I’m letting go dear.