To Whom It May Concern

Yes I waited for you for a year, but you wouldn't do the same for a month.
So, it's over.

No moments can return your feeling. No flashbacks can bring back your dream. No cries can touch your memory. No kisses can recall your love.

You did what you said you couldn't do, but not for me.
You've changed some of your elements, but not because of me.
Your heart has been tied, but not to mine.

Then go.
Go.

If there's a small, little love left inside your heart, for me, then the best way to love me is to forget me.
And I'm sure it's the easiest way. Because you've done that. All you need to do is to keep on forgetting me.

I'm done hurting people I know or I don't. And I really know that it's killing, it hurts so much to lose someone I love.
So I don't want anyone to experience that again. Especially if it's because of me. I'm tired of having those guilty feelings.

Second chance?
If that thing exists, never think to see me inside your box of choices. I'm not one of them. You tossed me in the trash, so I go. I'm a sailor, not a nymph anymore. Find me if you can.

And it may take some time to patch me up inside, since now you're just the best I ever had. No need to worry about me. You know I'm stronghearted, right? You may regret what you let slip away, but not me. Slipping me away is nothing to regret.

Thank you. And sorry for everything.
I love you. Don't make it any harder for me. Just be happy.