A Final.

And so she looked back at her old writings and read all the words she wrote there. And it was all about him. She smiled. It was that kind of sad yet happy smile. She was sad remembering all the reasons behind every letter but at the same time, she was happy. She remembered all the time when he brought a smile to her face. She was happy that she got the chance to know him well. To be the part of his life, to be his bestfriend and she knew that she couldn't ask for more. Then she looked at the playlist she made for him. She laughed. She really did. She found so many songs about heartbreaks and unrequited love. So many songs about adoring someone from afar. Then she went through her gallery, and again, so many pictures of him. She stared at one picture of them together and she looked at how happy she was. She looked at him. Really looked at him and trying to find the things she liked about him. His small eyes and the way they seemed to disappear whenever he smiled. His never-too-long hair and the way he wore his school's uniform and tie. She remembered it all too well. And with tears stained cheeks, she smiled. She didn't cry because she was sad. It was that kind of relief cry. She finally accepted the fact that he was never hers and never will be and she was fine with it now. She understood that well enough and she finally let go of the things she knew she couldn't have, including him. What she didn't want to let go was the happy memory of him. The memory she knew she would keep for as long as she could and she realized that no matter what comes and goes, he would always have a place in her heart, and even though that part was getting smaller day by day, she knew that part would never be completely gone forever. He had that place in her heart where no one could stay. A place where he left his scars so beautifully.

But she was done waiting for him to fill that place and she was done with hoping and dreaming about a happy ever after with him. She's finally done. Or so she thought.

"Nothing about him is ugly. Even the heartbreak he caused was so beautiful."

That was the last note she ever wrote about him. And she couldn't be any more right than she already was.