Some words I could not express or say. I could never fathom how to describe them until the moment is gone. But even though everything is gone, everything is over, the moment has passed, let me say that, “loving you was not a choice for me, it was not fleeting, it was not an option, it was a necessity; something like air that I needed in order to breathe, in order to live. It is how much you meant to me.”
But as our paths diverge, we both said our goodbyes, I did not regret loving you at all.