And I still have your name…
And I still feel a hint of pain and concern when I learned you were troubled a few nights ago
And I was, and still, afraid for you of every depressing things that might happen to you
And I know that you’re with the people you love, though, the happiness you’re actually seeking and needing is in here
I am sorry I have to take it away, in the harshest way possible. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be a happy moment for us. The root runs deep within me as you possibly still don’t see it, it’s unimaginable to continue they way we were.
It’s too painful for me, and have brings out the worst.
I am deeply affected as much as you do. Since the beginning. I always have the hope things could change for the better. Restrictions were lifted, and we can finally be what we want to be.
Because I’ve loved you. Because I care for you. But I couldn’t help my self to see that my care is unwelcome, being considered as intrusion.
It becomes so painful, I lost myself in it.
I have to let you go.
Please be healthy, be strong. And most of all, be happy.
I love you.