I was never her. After we broke up, you went running back to the girl you always dreamt of being with and that's how I knew; I would and will never be her. I've come to accept reality and the fact that none of what we had was substantial. I'm coming to accept it for myself, so I can let go and move on. Although I'm unapologetic for progressively cutting contact with you, I am sorry for the both of us that we never got to live the future we had imagined together. But then again, we all have our pre-destined fates, and I guess this is where ours were meant to stop intertwining. Who knows, maybe we'll see each other again soon. Maybe we won't. Maybe we'll be different people. Maybe we'll stay the same. I love you, forever and always.