I finally confessed to you,
told you how I feel. Although I was nervous, I was prepared, prepared
to be heartbroken I felt bad for making you feel sorry. I'm
glad I was able to talk to
you, even if it was for the last time. I finally undestood that dream.
I was never meant for you.
I will eventually get over you but I will never ever forget you.
I love you, April.
~The End~
