At this point, I knew it was over. There was no other way to interpret what happened the last time I saw her. In some ways, not having to hear from you again has helped me move on from that period of my life.

I've tried so hard. I had done everything I can. But I've always felt the same. Thinking about you, my friends, your friends and your religion. I know I shouldn't be doing this but I couldn't give you up.

I became the architect of my own personal hell and you were the walls of my mind.

I wanted to turn around at that moment and march back towards the bench, grab you by the hand and tell you...

Tell you I love you, tell you that you're beautiful, tell you I'll be there when you need me.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the case.

But I do still like her. I really care about her. That feeling is mine alone. When things are going well with me and her, I always wish you would stay with me.

It’s easy to be in love, but what do you do after you fall out of love?

Those little moments we shared between us felt like a personal treasure chest. One thing I thought for sure was that I wanted to protect that smile she so fleetingly wore around the few people we encountered.