I promised myself I wouldn't try to contact you. Today, I am fighting very hard not to break that promise. Because if I do, I'll have to start right back at square one, and I don't know how many more times I can do that to myself.

This wasn't how I wanted things left. I wanted closure...not limbo. But you wouldn't give me that, and I don't know how to give it to myself. I miss you more than I even want to admit to myself. I never should have let things progress to the point which they did. And now you plague me. Every day. It's like I'm afraid that I'll finally have the courage to forget you - and then you'll come back. So I remember. And I keep remembering. And I'll never forget.

Why can't I just let you go?