So we're no longer seeing each other, after a whirlwind romance that was probably the best I've ever had with someone who wasn't officially my girlfriend. You are amazing. We came into each others' lives at the right time and it was great while it lasted. But you felt that the romantic spark was no longer there, and that you couldn't see me any more like that.

I was crushed. I saw the signs coming, but I decided to ignore them like I usually do... because I fell in love with you.

I only realized it the other night that I did. We were free to see other people, not bound to one another; I would still think of you whenever I was with another woman, because you were the one I wanted to be with. I even said that I would date you exclusively if we ever got that far; that was how much I wanted this to work.

But I'm here now, alone again, wondering why I didn't just see the signs that you weren't romantically interested any more; I was blinded by my unrequited love for you. The other night I listened to a piece of music and it moved me to tears, because it evoked a deep-set feeling of love lost that I didn't even know was there. All I could see was you walking away, and it broke me.

I wasn't supposed to fall in love with you, but I did.

Perhaps one day I'll find the strength to tell you.