In time, the hurt began to fade and it was easier to just let it go. At least I thought it was. But in every boy I met, I found myself looking for you, and when the feeling got too strong, I'd write you another letter. But I never sent them for fear of what I might find. By then, you'd gone on with your life and I didn't want to think about you loving someone else. I wanted to remember us like we were that time. I didn't ever want to lose that.
