Can I Ask You A Question..? Short Story

I remember a poem by Pushkin that goes..

I loved you, yet the love, maybe,

Has not extinguished in my heart.

But hence may not it trouble thee,

I do not want to make you sad.

I loved you hopelessly and mutely,

Now with shyness, now with jealousy being vexed,

I loved you so sincerely, so fondly,

Likewise may someone you love next.

And just like this poetry, I let you go, until the flame died. Completely.