To
you:
I love you but not the way you want me to.
I'll always be sorry that I lied to you and didn't say this, but it still seems like it was the best way to go back then. We were young and I was leaving to school and we knew it was just that
brief interlude.
And to you:
I will always be a disappointment to you, no matter how much you deny it.
I see your other hopes and dreams and I see the way you have stored them for me, instead of throwing them away. It's a waste of space.
And you: (Yes, you:)
I will never forget you.
I will always be searching for the answers to your questions, they have become my questions now, too. As long as they remain unanswered I will struggle with the pain of having known you and leaving.