Dearest love, 

I am, thinking about you. How do I stop this? It's fatiguing. You appear before me and like I'm hallucinating, I am talking to you. Perplexing that we were once strangers who became friends. At this moment in time, we are strangers, again. I once envisioned a life of us. A family of 6 with beautiful daughters and dashing sons. Seems that you are now, blissful with her. What of me? 

Your sympathetic feelings towards me are displeasing. Suffering from what you have told me once is enough knowing that you do not feel the same. Therefore I understood it magnificently. Beloved, I am exhausted. Loving you was a journey and yet, I haven't made it to the destination. Must I confess that I fear of moving on. Losing you will be the greatest loss in my life. However sorrowful it may be, I wish to embark on a lifetime excursion.