The way I see it.

I feel things are unfinished.
But as the days go on and on, I am in fact letting you go by the day.

I was scared to let you go, scared that if I did, you'd be gone forever.

I see now, that if I chose to let you go, but you chose to stay there,
then it'd really be best if we did just go our separate ways.
I don't want the only reason for you staying, is because I'm holding on to you.

The signs were so clear. More signs as days continue to pass.
I just couldn't accept what was happening.
I didn't want to accept it. I wanted you, my first love.

In the past, I would've said something like, "I'm going to try to let you go, even though I will fail and fail, I will keep trying."
I think, deep down; I just didn't want to let you go.

It saddens me that nearly 2 years would end up like this.
We ended, on unfinished terms. But unlike the rest, we are at least friends. So I guess we're lucky.
Perhaps I was just sad that nearly 2 years had to end at all.

Well, there's really nothing left to say.
I am going to let you go,
It will take time,
it will take a lot.
But I will let you go, completely.

I will miss you though.