Dear Jackson,

I don’t know if you knew this, but I was in love with you for so long, maybe five years or so. And recently, I have died watching you being enamored in her. I guess it fits; you are the painter.

You showed me the world in ways I hadn’t seen before. I had been a creature of the dark for so long and you showed me that the daylight was as beautiful as anything in the dark. You taught me a lot, even though you won’t believe that.

I had started to hope that you had felt the same for me after all the nights we spent talking, but I guess not. And maybe I was keeping you from something or someone you wanted that would make you happy. 

The rumour mill is dreadful, but I’ve heard about you and her. And I know you feel what I felt for her, so go get her. You deserve each other, because I want you to be happy, and I want her to be happy.

Maybe it’s true, if you love something let it go. And I’m letting you go now, and besides you did keep your promise too. You did let me go, you set me free, now I’m returning the favour.

I love you, but you’re not mine.
Amber, age 16