RA,
I finally have taken off my rose-colored glasses. You’re not the ideal person I thought you are. You deserve to be happy. Just like I do. You are entitled to your choices. Just like I am. Incontrovertibly, conclusively and without a shred of doubt, you will never choose me nor be happy because of me. I can never fill that space in your heart that already belongs to her. Now I’m gonna sort things out, choose myself and try finding my own happiness outside the illusion of you. That was a crazy, fun experience nonetheless.