So you weren't there.

So what.

I can move on.

This will be the last entry. . .

He had eyes the color of hazelnut cream, his hair always seemingly tousled by the wind. His smile was contagious, and his actions were chivalrous. He was the perfect gentleman, perfect guy. Any girl would want him. But he only wanted on thing, love. We both knew what we wanted, and I don't know about him, but I had it bad. I couldn't keep it up like this. I had to let him go for my own reasons. But I couldn't.

I couldn't let him go.

He did it first.

He did what I couldn't.

He moved on.

And I just want to say...

Dear Luke,

Thank you for the good memories. Thank you for doing what I couldn't. Thank you for being there for me, even if it was only in my imagination. Thank you for showing me what it was like to love someone. Thank you for teaching me how to. Thank you for talking to me. Thank you for calling me beautiful more than once. Thank you for teaching me that beauty comes from the inside, from who you are. Thank you for letting me go, and for helping me to do the same. Thank you Luke, for everything.

-goodbye