Do you know what I want my love Chris
It's July. My face is turned to the wind, and I'm walking through golden wheat fields. Above me, the July sun is burning—fierce but beautiful. The wind blows, and in the distance, I see the sea. Right there, between waves and crops, I dream of my future with quiet hope. I let go of the past. I let go of you. I say goodbye to you, forever.
Now, I live the life I've rebuilt for myself. It's simple. It's honest. All I want is to make my child smile and keep a little peace in my own heart.
No, I don't regret loving you. That love taught me everything—how to want, how to wait, how to survive heartbreak. But while I was busy choosing you, I forgot to choose myself. Now I choose peace, Chris. And I know you'd want that for me, too.
There was a quiet war I fought for you—one I still can't put into words. But we wounded each other too much. We hurt each other with a kind of carelessness that only people deeply in love can.
So this is it. My goodbye, my healing. Wherever you are, I hope the wind carries this to you.