The boy I would talk about on occasion, is gone.
He was like a brilliant shooting star I wished on and was blinded by the light,
before I knew it he was out of my life.
He left me, on the day we first met.
He probably doesn't remember this, but I do.
He even used MSN to do so.
Here is what he wrote:
I don't need him in my life.
I can move on.
Things will be better and I will live again.
He will not hold this grasp on me for any longer.
I will not wait for him any longer.
I will not hold back.
It's time to let go.
