Dearest James,
I was eight years old when my teacher told me that the most colorful insects were also the most venomous ones and I was twenty years old when I looked into your green eyes and realized that he had been right all along.
I really want to move on. I want to to forget about you. I want to let go all of my feeling for you.
But how can I do that if I can see your face everywhere?
Everywhere I look, I get reminded if you. You just creeps in on me.
I already buried you too deep in my heart. But is still hurts me everytime to take you out here inside because I can't.
Love, Roan.
