I wrote you a letter today, saying all the things I have wanted to say....I set in on fire and watched the ashes swirl delicately in the breeze and flitter away. Freeing my heart of words unspoken that you choose not to hear since you walked away without a word. Lifting the weight of the past from around my neck

I always wanted him to be happy, just not with someone else ;)

I see your face, your smile and poetry comes flooding out of a heart that can't love you anymore...

And I'm ill with the thought of your kiss, coffee-laced intoxicating on her lips... shut it out, I've got no claim on you now, I'm not allowed to wear you freedom down

I will not deny that my heart has long occupied itself with the most tender feelings for another. So strong were these impulses that I indulged myself by thinking that if I could not have him whom I admired whom I will admit it now when I would not before I loved then I would never want another. However those are sentiments best saved for one of Lily's romances. The heart is a far more practical thing and in its life is happily capable of more than a single attachment.

Its a shame that the heart does not have a delete button. Pictures, letters, gifts and all visiable reminders are gone, its the feeling of love and the memories that continue to torture me.