"I can't help but wonder, do you think of me the way I think of you? I remember the days when things were bliss, and we were happy. Sometimes, I wish we could go back to those times and it hurts to have that kind of hope. Especially when the hope doesn't do me any good. Especially when I know, you're probably not hoping for the same. Regardless, more than anything? Knowing that we spent those few moments together, it makes me happy. It's like, even though things couldn't work out, I'm glad we got to experience what it felt like. What love felt like. People often ask me how I'm coping, and I tell them, I'm okay. That I'm coping well, and in all honesty? At first, it was a lie. But now? I'm okay. I'm not completely happy with how things turned out, but I'm okay. I'm okay, because I've learnt that some people aren't physically meant to be with you forever. Sometimes, they just live on forever in your hearts and it feels like a distant memory. I feel like you'll become one of those. You taught me things I perhaps wouldn't have learnt otherwise. And I guess it's true when they say lessons are learnt through the worst of trials. I know that now. I mean, if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't know that I'm capable of giving so much love. I wouldn't know that I am even capable of love. Of the depth of feelings I felt. I wouldn't know what it means to trust someone fully. I wouldn't know how it feels to open myself up to someone and not feel as though they are judging me. So, even though things turned out for the worse, I'm okay with that. I'm okay with that because at least I had the honour of even knowing you.. of even knowing love. Although, I guess, a part of me hopes you feel the same way."
