I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse that on most occasions (except maybe 1 or 2) I'm able to just switch off and just move. I guess it's more about the circumstances than an intrinsic quality of mine.
I did love you, we had happy times, and you would have made a perfect boyfriend to a girl more perfect than I. I know that the kind of love you showed me was more than what many girls could ever hope for. (Thank you.) I'm sorry that I couldn't understand, and I'm sorry that I let you down.
We'll part ways now and see what God does to our paths in future.