Dear Reader,

It gets harder to write now. I'm not quite sure why. Perhaps it's because I know all I want to say can't be said... and all that I know should be kept inside. What ever truth you want, you should come and ask. If you feel numb, please continue to be so, because nothing good can ever come of thinking of what was. I don't need to know the truth - but I know it's not like you to ask.

I bet you wonder why I write to you now.

You did a lot.
Thank you.
You did a lot.
And you never explained.

My heart was broken since the first day I laid my eyes on you.
You know there's truth in that.

Our lives lead us elsewhere. You've found your happiness, I'm honestly glad for you... and if you need to know... I'm happy.

In love again and happy.

And all the other things that I should tell you...

Well - Some things are better left unsaid.

Yours truly,
Me.