I really don't want to say this but it's time. Time I start facing the truth. I need to stop writing these letters to you. You're never going to read them. Even if you did, it wouldn't make a difference. You're never going to love me back. It's just the way it is. It hurts but it's true. Writing to you over and over like this, confessing how much I wish I could have you, won't ever change a thing. It's only making me more and more lovesick for you and it's not healthy. I wish so badly I could see you one more time but that's a one in a million chance. Even if I did, would you even remember me? I didn't even get to say goodbye to you. I wanted to so much. I practiced over and over in my mind what I was going to say. You mean more to me than you will ever know. There was so much I wanted to tell you. It absolutely broke my heart to not see you that last day and it still stings just as badly now, if not more so. I'm still hurting. I still cry over you when no one's around. I don't understand why you weren't there. I probably never will. I never got to say all this to you, but I'll pretend here that I am doing so. Thank you for so very much for everything you did for me. You made a difference in my life that I'll never forget. I know you don't think you did much, but you really, really did. I will never forget you. I love you so much and I miss you. But I need to let you go. You'll always have a very special place in my heart. Always. I wish you knew that. Goodbye.