I liked you, you did, but I didn't know the problem was me. I couldn't. I just couldn't because I felt so inadequate, insecure, I thought that if I accepted you you would get bored of me. I'm not perfect, I get too bored with things, I leave them, I didn't want that to happen to you. And the biggest problem was that I had to accept myself before accepting others, and I still don't accept myself. Now you're with someone else, I'm sorry but I know it was for the best, I would have hurt you, but still I can't stop thinking about what would have happened. Despite everything I love you, since we met, then best friends and finally something that could be. Now it seems that we do not know each other but I wish you the best.