Dear Michael, I was going to call you, but then you'd see this message, hear my words and my tears. I don't want that. Do you miss me? Do you even think about me when you hear a song or see the preview for 'If I stay'? I still haven't watched it, I kept our promise. This will be my last letter to you. I need to stop dedicating every moment of this short life to you. I need to let go and fall in love with someone else and find out what kind of person I want to be. And all I know about that person is that she doesn't have you. And I'm beginning to be okay with that. So I will give you these last couple of months. Those are yours to keep. I hope they mean as much to you as they did to me. But the next part of my life is mine. Only mine. I've given away too much and I need to start taking for myself. Maybe that's selfish or stupid, but to me it makes perfect sense. I'd say I will always love you, but I can't promise something I don't know. So I'll say that I'll always remember you (unless I get amnesia, which would be ironic since you sang that stupid song to me once). I hope you're okay. I hope your sister is doing well. This is goodbye (Forever). If you see me in the future don't say hello (I can't fall apart again). Sincerely, Me.