I really want to meet you.
I want to see you again.

Is it just because I am lonely?
Should I finally completely give you up?

If we met, how much suffering would that produce in you?
I don't want that.
I don't want you to suffer.
I love you.
We cannot be together.
But I do love you.

I haven't thrown out balloons you gave me on my birthday. They are so deflated. It is funny.

I don't want to let you go.

We cannot be together.

Can we be something more?

I have to let you go.

It is hard.

Very hard.