Three months passed after the message was sent. Yes, I don’t deny that I still think of him once in a while. I don’t deny that I still miss him. I don’t deny that I still want him back by my side. But, loving someone means giving him the best, letting someone else give him happiness he deserve when you can’t. I’ll be happy, as long as he is. That’s my definition of loving someone.

Being able to watch him on television programs, on music shows, being able to hear his voice on the radio, I’m contented and satisfied. He doesn’t have to know how I’m living. Well, I hope he doesn’t. I want to appear strong to him, because it’s the only way he’ll be able to let me go and find someone new.

We haven’t been contacting since I sent him that message on that day. I did everything I could to be away from him, making it impossible for him to look for me. I terminated my number immediately after sending him that message. I sold my apartment and moved into another in the next neighborhood. Probably, I was thinking too much. Who knows, he might not have tried contacting me, he might not have went to my house to look for me, it was just my wishful thinking. But anyway, what’s done is done. I can’t turn back the time to change anything.