My dear,

I’m sorry. I don’t think I’ll ever see you again. And that’s what I hate about myself. I care too much, I care too little. I like you today, I won’t tomorrow. I miss you so, then I can’t even recall.

I’m indecisive and I’m uncertain- and that’s what scares me. When I’m uncertain about something, I just cut it out of my life completely. It’s strange. I do miss you, but I won’t do anything about it and I’ll just slowly let you fade out of my life. Good bye.

Love,

Darina.