Somehow, it’s not comforting to think that you’re going through the same thing I am. That you’re suffering as much…longing for someone…as much as I long for you.

Not comforting to think that you’re in pain.
I want you to be happy.

I want her to find you, to understand you. I want you to find your ‘happily ever after’.
I‘ll just keep looking for mine.

I understand what you’re feeling…only too well. But you deserve better.
You’ve closed the door and moved on…but you’ve kept her…like a well guarded secret, somewhere in your heart.
Like I’ve kept you.

But I hope you win…even if it means that I lose.

I just want to know her…is she beautiful? Enchanting?
Like you…?

Somehow, your smile is what I want to remember…want to keep.
Not your hurt. You’ve taken that with you…

I want her to see you…want you to find each other.
Want you to finish your story, even if it means I can never finish mine.

Love is a strange thing…


But I’m not letting go, somewhere in my heart, you’re still mine…fiercely, strongly, completely mine…I’m not sharing you with anyone.
Not letting go.