Counting your perfection and beauty, evaluating your kindness and your level of patience brings me to an intense conclusion.
I'm not good for you. I'm luckier than you and, I'm not able to understand you. Worst thing, I can't help you much.
My own conclusion breaks my own heart. I hate to accept the facts that, all of I mentioned above are true. What did I do to deserve you? What did I do that makes you want to stick with me?
I am nothing. Kind-hearted? No. Beauty? No. What is it?
Sweetheart, it drives me crazy to think there's someone else that are waiting for you and she is worth for you. It drives me insane to think I'm gonna lose you one day. You know what? I don't even know why I'm writing this. This is not what I want. I can't understand myself either. I bet you can't understand me too.
I really love you. But I need to let you go. Not hurting you anymore, just let me break my own heart, only.
