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You can die of a broken heart -- it's scientific fact -- and my heart has broken since that very first day we met. First because the distance, but I took it easily. Second because I took everything too seriously. I can now feel aching deep behind my rib cage each time I think about you. I heard that's what happened on the first time people broke up with someone they really love. It's no use to tell you how much I love you now. I should use past tenses.

People say women are created from men's ribs. Under his arms to be protected, near to his heart to be loved. I thought I was yours. I'm so silly to keep believing it. I've told you, I took everything too seriously. I don't blame anyone because of it, it's all my fault.

Sometimes the only one who can mend a broken heart is the one who broke it. I won't ask you to fix me. Some other time the one who can mend a broken heart is a new 'someone'. I don't choose both. My life is still going on and it will stop when I die. I haven't died yet. I choose to keep on walking with that broken heart.

I don't remember any dreams without you. I don't remember any memories without you. I don't remember when it started. I wanted to go to see the world with you, I wanted to meet a lot of people with you, I wanted to live with you. Now I try to remove 'with you' things behind my dreams. I start a new beginning alone. I want to go to see the world. I want to meet a lot of people. I want to live. 

I want to see the real things about love and happiness.

I don't know if I want to meet someone and love someone again. I don't think I want. Love is dangerous thing. It could make you barely sleeping for two reasons :  1. It brings you to the air, 2. It throws you to the ground. I have ever felt both and I have enough. Love is healing and also hurting. I want to keep away from it.

Anyway, you will go on. My time with you is done already. You have found someone who can give you more life and happy times. If you love someone you have to keep her by your side, you have to make her feel she's really yours and show it to people, don't hide her. Honestly, I am not happy! I am not happy that you are not mine, I am not happy that you are with somebody else. But that's mean, all I can do is wishing you are happy in your own way. It's all ok for me, I'm ok to be alone. 

People who broke up sometimes stay strangers forever. I have at least the memories with you which I can't remove, and I can't loose the way I feel about you. If I'm lucky, I can keep those memories and feelings for myself until the death buries me back to the ground. If I'm not, that's also okay because you have forgotten those too.

Sadly to know, I'm your easiest hello but not your hardest good bye.

The one who is now a stranger,

Dinar.