Though our worlds never met
And that love of yours never reached my depths
I want you to see that I've always known
I've always waited, always looked, always was happy.

And now that there's this new chapter of hate
yet another chance.
I want you to know know that
I admired your little efforts.

Though, knowing I'm not right for you,
I let you do these things of eros.
Now that you see the truth,
I want you to love again.

With smiles, with pure happiness.
But not of mine,
But for the person who's going to make you happy.
Happier than I can ever manage,

*My dear friend.