Acceptance

I haven't really talked to you in a while, until today. "My boyfriend is so sweet to me. He really loves me, and I don't know why," I said. Without missing a beat, you replied, "I know why." I paused, unsure what to say, because I honestly hadn't been expecting that reaction. You're lying, though. You think you know, but you don't, and I'm not sure that you ever will. We love each other, you and I, but as far as I can tell, nothing will ever become of it. I think I knew this for years, somewhere in the back of my mind, but I fought it with everything I had. Now though, I think I'm finally beginning to accept it.

That's the final stage of grief, isn't it? Acceptance? I've been grieving for far too long over lost opportunities with you, and now I think it's time to try to put it behind me. There's nothing I can do. If it's meant to happen, perhaps it will work out, someday. I believe in us.