we just spoke. probably for the last time. you said you didn’t know what you were thinking, or why you chose her, or why you can’t choose me. you expressed your struggles. your mental health. everything. i don’t think you ever know what you meant to me. not because i never showed it, but because i don’t think you ever realised how /serious/ it was. i wasn’t looking for something for a fairytale ending. i wasn’t expecting everything to be perfect between us. i just remember listening to your voice and thinking, “i can do this.” “i can choose this person.” for the first time, i wasn’t scared of the difficult days. i wanted to stay through them. i wanted to figure things out. i wanted to grow together. i wasn’t scared. you made me brave. i don’t think you’ll ever know that i already started imagining a future where you were in it. not because i was rushing anything. but because loving you, and falling in love with you, felt so natural. maybe that’s the part that hurts the most. maybe you think that by choosing her, you’ve lost me. but you haven’t. i already decided to keep choosing you. even on the days when love would have been hard. i’m sorry i couldn’t change your mind, my love. —mae.