The hardest part is knowing that no matter how much I'd love to have you as a constant part of my life, it would just be too hard for me to do so. Maybe in a few years, we'll run into each other again somehow and it'll be okay then, but it's too fresh still. I just don't think you'll ever understand how much you changed me, my life, or how much you took out of me when you did. When you fall in love with someone, you give them a piece of you, an important piece. Because you have to trust them enough to take care of it and respect it. When you left, you took that part of me with you, and I haven't been able to get it back no matter how hard I try. And you never took care of it the way you should have; somehow I missed the fact that you were not really up to the task. As long as I still feel like you still have that part of me, I can't bring myself to keep you in my life. That's just how it goes. You won't read this, that's okay, I just needed to get the thoughts out somehow.