I just wanted to say goodbye. I wanted so much more than this, but then I realize that this isn't real and that it can't be real. And since we don't even talk to each other anymore, I'm not too worried about how painful this will be.
I'm tired. And perhaps this is it. This is the most we could ever achieve from something pretend. I loved you. And I'm sure a part of me still does. But I don't think it's quite as strong now. I'm glad I met you when I did. I think it's what I needed at that point in my life: someone to whisper sweet nothings into my ear, someone to tell me I was beautiful, someone to believe in me, someone to need me. I don't think you need me anymore. And I can't say whether that's good or bad. Maybe it's neither; maybe it's both.
All I know is that I wanted a happy ending...and then I realized that there aren't any happy endings. And since this isn't a sad ending...I'm sure we'll meet again. So, farewell...I cannot wait to see what you will be like when our paths decide to cross again...
