Five years. Five years I've carried these...

Five years. Five years I've carried these feelings around like a weight on my chest. I rehearsed what I'd say if I ever told you. Practiced in the mirror. Wrote it down a hundred times. But I never had the courage to say it out loud. Maybe I was scared of ruining what we have. Or maybe I was scared you'd confirm what I already knew deep down. That you don't love me back. That you never will. I see you with them and I pretend I'm happy for you. And part of me is. But the other part is screaming. I can't keep doing this. Pretending I'm fine. Pretending my heart doesn't break a little every time you talk about them. So this is me saying goodbye to the version of us that only existed in my head.