Goodbye to My Don
He betrayed you, and he failed me, too.
[If one day he truly repents, would you be willing to give him another chance?
[I ask not for an answer. I only wonder…
[Would you still be willing to believe in love, one more time?]
I stood frozen for a long time as I held the letter in my hands.
Only when night fell did I whisper to the empty room:
“I’m willing to give myself another chance, but not him.”
This time, I finally understood— Letting go didn’t mean we would never meet again.