I used to think we had something special and beautiful. There were enough warning signs and logical reasons not to believe that but with time and a good portion of naive, maybe even desparate hope I lost my grip on reality. Now I’m glad for the unhappy ending. Otherwise I would probably still believe in my sweet dreams. What will perhaps never go away are backflashes of my intense feelings for you. Sometimes this brings tears to my eyes. I’m amazed of how much I allowed myself to get lost in all of this. It doesn’t matter what you think, say or do to hurt me, you can’t destroy what is in my heart. At the same time I hope that I will never talk to you or even see you again.