I have not stopped thinking of you since the last time I saw you. I know that it was difficult for you to share some of your experiences with me. It was hard for me too.
And now I want to share some of my thoughts with you.
I have carried with me a deep-seated hurt that seems to have no end. I kept telling myself that maybe I could have done more to let you see that I needed you in my life. But I didn't, because there was nothing more I could do. And the paradox is that I knew you hurt just the same when you turned away; I knew that you did not want to part. I knew I had to respect your wishes and give you your personal space.
I don't have the answer to why I started missing you so soon. In spite of my good promise to call you and keep in touch, I let my life get so busy that time has slipped by. I could have gotten in touch sooner. I hope you know that I meant to call. There was not a single day that went by without a loving thought of you.
I remember that you even made things okay when I was at my lowest with family matters or with work. You made me realize how precious and fragile love is. You were my lover, my teacher, and my friend. In short, you made a great difference in my life.
We are not together now but I am grateful for what we had and wish you would call.