From the moment we started talking I felt like everything was finally going to be alright.

No one has ever looked at me the way you did. We didn't talk a lot but I could feel that something was going on between us. And I am sure you felt it too.

I started healing, no more nights where I cried myself asleep.

I believed we were meant to be.
Sometimes I still think we are. That we do belong together, but that we just didn't meet at the right time.

Thinking about that breaks my heart in even more pieces. But I can not break my own heart any longer by loving someone who doesn't love me in the same way. I want to be happy, I need to be. I've already waited too long for something that might never happen. I need to let you go.

I've got to believe that there's someone out there who will be the one for me, but gosh, I really wanted you to be that one.

I hate you, and I don't ever wanna see you again. But I love you even more. I am afraid I always will. Maybe we'll figure it out in a few years. I'll carry you with me, in my heart and thoughts.

Till we meet again.
All my love,