I don't know how I'm going to move on from you, But I've told myself I will. I just wanted you to know that I never gave up on us and deep down I will always believe we could have worked. And maybe I'm blowing this out of proportion, or this is me being a hopeless romantic. But this is how I feel: Every time I think I know you. Every time that I think I can finally let go and be happy... You pull me back and make me love and trust you and you always will. I will always come back. For this I have to make a decision don't you dare pretend to be hurt or say I didn't care. This is harder than you could ever imagine. Goodbye