Dear one, I can't help but dream about potential timelines where things are different.

I know the prospect of losing me was something that weighed on you a lot, long before we had the necessary tough discussions.

In the end, it was a decision we made with so much love. Nothing but love.

I like to dream that somewhere out there in another world, another reality, we got to have that future where our individual goals wouldn't clash with the fundamental elements that make us who we are.

Who am I to get between you and your god?

I hope there's a world where love is enough to solve every challenge. Where choosing myself can also mean choosing you.

But we don't live in that world.

So instead I will thank you and hold onto the sweet memories; and the deep, honest love; and for helping me choose myself.

I will choose me.

Until we meet again, I hope you find your happy.