And I do not regret writing notes of love to you. Every word I uttered was true; every stroke of the pen was passionate and every thought of you was real.
You have done me no wrong; you have simply disappeared. And in the hardest of times, I give myself the liberty to be selfish. I am disappointed in your failure to break my heart. At least then, it would be clear that you did not want me.
But to completely vanish from me… ah, that hurts more. For I spend every waking moment wondering what if?