I wish you all a long and happy life.

Whilst I am not vestigial,

the feelings that I had and have for you are. 

I do not need them to proceed in my way of survival. 

Some time soon, 

I will need not think of you in order sleep,

for I never needed you to sleep.

The reality of the depth in my emotion is evident in its throbbing of my chest. 

I hope that you find a love as deep as mine is for you.

In fact I hope you feel it and are able to give it to someone so that they will appreciate it.

On the plus side,

I felt something,

and I was able to maintain a love.

Although we weren't right at the time,

I like to think that perhaps someday we will be.

But until then I need to know that you will never exist in that way.

Hope is what keeps the human species alive,

but I should not hope for you.

I will hope for things that will mend me, 

and propel me toward things that you never cared to ask about.

I don't think it was out of sheer apathy of me,

but pure disinterest.

The questions that don't cross the mind, oh dear. 

I could have sworn I asked them to you.

I would have sat there, 

listened to and hung onto every syllable as they spilled over. 

While there's so much selflessness in giving love,

I forgot the selfish part.

There's got to be a part where you claim each other as yours.

The whole "You are mine and I am yours" concept.

I belong to myself,

but I never would have given it a second thought if you wanted the

gargantuan piece of me that you had claimed when you walked through the door. 

The one that you lightly squeezed with the gentle smiling of your eyes.

I now know that the piece of me in question will always feel like this.

My new challenge is to acknowledge that it will never consume all of me. 

There is so much more of me to love than you will get the privilege of loving.

Or, perhaps someday you will,

but I cannot hold onto hope as the vice that anchors me to you any longer. 

The present only lasts for so long, 

so I know that I won't feel this pain for too much longer.

I no longer wish for your waves or the hazel in your eyes,

for the near ebony in mine needs to be and is sufficient. 

I need to not need you,

and unfortunately for you it's becoming so much easier.

I am finished mourning over the loss of you because it was never truly a loss.

You are a happy individual who will grow to do beautiful things.

You will live your life,

and I am so glad that I was able to have something worth my mourning. 

Human souls really are so temporary. 

As I'm bidding such an excruciating part of me farewell,

I take pride in the high hopes that I'm able to have for you as you pass.

This is a time in my life where such the plethora of people are passing through, 

with nowhere near the intention of staying is uttered in their thoughts. 

I will ignore the longing look in your eyes

as they gingerly drape over me in hallowed corridors.

I no longer have the gumption of associating myself with them.

They are beautiful, and so are you, 

but I know that your beauty was not mine to have right now.

I'm a young, spirited soul that doesn't have the room for this weight.

I give you the little finger of yours that I clung to back to its owner,

for I have two of my own that will do just as well.

I'm unsure if you can clearly see the departure I've made in my mind yet,

but I hope that if you're meant to that it doesn't hurt.

Although you've made yours long ago,

and mine may mean nothing more to you than a pebble you toss in the street,

I hope that our sea parting does not brashly injure that heart of yours

simply because you didn't look for it at its time. 

In the longest of sprints, 

this halting is a necessary reprieve for the both of us,

for from this point forth we will run through such disparate pathways,

but I hope that yours is as gorgeous as I will make mine.

Human Dignity + Compassion = Peace.