thanks to our talk yesterday. Just trying to figure out how to move on. But i don't know how.
I just wasn't built to handle such pain, I was built to cause it but not to take it. Not this much.
Truth is i like you so much it hurts. It hurts to try and move on just as much as it hurts to like you to be honest.
People say I'll be fine, but i know I won't. Not if i have to avoid you all the time, not if i don't talk to you at least once a day. Make sure you're ok. You're getting on well with your things. I worry about you for God's sake.
But I'm well aware i gave you your last chance to make up your mind and you blew it. I'm truly only sorry that your fears control you so much to have made you decide this way.
However, not all is negative, I can at least say i tried... a million times, but it's time to let you go. I really wish you all the best.
With love,
Diana
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