The only logical thing right now to do is to forget.
Thank you for making me see the love I deserve. Thank you for making me feel like I’m worth it, no matter how short a time or how sincere it was.
I want the truth, yes, but what difference would it make? We are worlds apart now, with all the good things between us fading into nothing but memories. Perhaps this is the way it should be.
Even if it was all a lie, I couldn’t bring myself to hate you. I’m glad I met you and I don’t regret anything.
This is goodbye.