June 13th

It may be the last time I see you. I didn't know. Scared you off perhaps. I know you were confused. You stayed, then went out, then went in again just to say goodbye and kiss me. And then you left. With you went all my hopes of a happy future. I was so open, wanting to be in love. But you had issues which I do not know. You were afraid. The timing I guess was not right. My 2 months was up. I had hurt so many people in the process - my ex, my mother, myself. It's really time to let go. 

But I still hope that you will come back.