But before I could confess, before I could allow those words to escape my lips, I had to stop myself. Because you... you liked someone else. And I couldn't bear the thought of that person-someone you cared about-being hurt. So I let you go. Even though, for months, I kept thinking of the possibility of us, imagining what could have been. Perhaps that's just how much I liked you. Unfortunate only, that you never got to hear it.All Rights Reserved