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I love you—but we can't be together.

I love you—but we can't be together.
And that's the hardest truth I've ever had to accept.

Loving you feels as natural as breathing. But sometimes, even the deepest love isn't enough to make things work. Maybe it's the timing. Maybe it's the circumstances. Maybe it's just the way life is pulling us in different directions.

Still, none of that changes how I feel about you.
I love you just as much as I always have—maybe even more now, because I have to love you from a distance.

I wish things were different.
I wish love alone were enough to keep us together.
But if we're meant to find our way back to each other, we will. And if we don’t, please know this:

You were, and always will be, one of the greatest things that ever happened to me.

Letting go doesn’t mean I’ve stopped caring. It doesn’t mean I’ve stopped hoping you find happiness. I just hope that, one day, when you look back, you’ll remember me with the same love I’ll always hold for you.

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