Someone once told me that passion is forever. It's not true
because now I lay alone in my bed. Grieving over what I
should have had. Crying and believing that when I wake up
you will be by my side. I lie to myself every time I think
of you. I tell myself that I don't love you anymore. And
,that my life is better off without you. Well, if it's true
then how come I am so miserable?

Love was the only cure that I ever needed. To ease the pain
that stayed in my heart all these years. But fate decided
otherwise and gave it to someone else. That probably needed
it more than I do.

Once I told you that you complete me. That you give me the
greatest feeling of being alive. And that is the reason I
am hurting now. Because I am afraid I will never have that
feeling again. My only hope now is that you hate me. It is
the only way that I will be happy. Knowing that you are
completely over me. And that you found a better man.

I remember the first time I saw you. For a second, I've
mistaken you for an angel. And now, after I know you much
,better, I was not mistaken, you are an angel. Perfect
there is no other way to describe you.

I look upon the time we had together. All the good and bad
times we had. Searching for answers to what I had done
.wrong. Imagining where we would be if I acted differently
But as you know, the past can not be changed. Words spoken
are to last forever.

Even if they were said when we were angry. It does not mean
that I had the right to say them.

And we can only learn from our mistakes. I hate myself for
not finding that out before. I know that because of me we
are not together. But I am happy now.
You are without me, headed for a better life, with someone
that will not treat you the way I did. But one thing is
.sure, my passion for you will never be over