I wish I could talk to you. About us. About what happened. I only desire your forgiveness in the grief and hurt I may of caused. It is silly to think that I was the only one suffering from our detachment.

It hurts to see you. To see you quickly look away like we don’t know each other. Perhaps it doesn’t hurt more so than it is a sad fact. I wish that we could have kept that promise we made at the beginning. To stay friends no matter what happened. And I know how adamant you are about promises. But like it always was, I have been the one who has been trying, although my attempts have been futile, to talk to you and wish things well. I sincerely think you hate me or something of the sort. And it’s time for me to realize that this “promise” will never be fulfilled. And it’s time to stop trying.

Two hearts were once intertwined and although that may not be true any longer, those two loves will always be connected. Although my heart no longer beats for you, I hope that one day you’ll look back fondly on the days it did. I can’t do this to myself anymore. I’ve always been a fool. Adieu.