You get to a point where you stop caring, where nothing seems to matter. I was so happy and felt so blessed about everything -except you, because no matter what I have no courage to tell you how I feel about you. No matter what I can't cope with the idea that you want nothing to do with me/ or at least you make it seem that way. If you really do care, if you really do think about me, or worry about me, I just wish I would be able to know. I can't stand it, I feel weak and helpless. We broke up five years ago, but darling, it feels like just yesterday. I'm sorry, if I could apologize for every mistake and embarrassment I had made of myself I would. If I could look you in the eye I would. If I had the opportunity to hold you to my heart, darling I would take your pain from you. I would run, run far and fast, away, away from every pain and every trouble we faced. I told you, I would marry you. I told you I would be yours and bear your children, and love, I wish I still had that chance. I loved you, no, I love you more than I could ever possibly fathom. Darling, my heartaches and my mind raves. If you could only understand, maybe you would say hello to me from across this field. Maybe you'd walk over and even though I'd want to flee from your prescience maybe, just maybe we could be friends. I love you. Even when it feels like no one cares, I do. I just wish I could tell you.