One day, it already feels like ages ago,
you gave me that bouquet of flowers.
A sign of gratitude, a sign of love.
For me, it meant the joy of knowing, that you care.
But things have changed,
the blooming days of love are over.
You had your reasons to leave. I was never mad.
Just very sad.
It took me some time to see
that love does not demand anything.
Maybe, we will write another chapter in our book.
Maybe I will love it, maybe I will detest it.
Or there might never be another chapter.
However, there is one true wish: please be happy
and don’t forget me!
One day you gave me that bouquet of flowers
And even though it faded, I still have it nearby me.
For I know, that there is one true thing, that I will keep forever.
And then it hit me: Letting go is not only about the past. It’s the fantasies of a possible future one needs to let go.