To whom this may concern:
Every feeling I've ever had for you is now faded. My heart beats only to pain whenever you hold my hand. I don't know how to tell you. There is no real proper notification of a broken heart. I've been a coward, trying so hard to let you know. Are you that blind, missing my tears by that much? I suppose this is my fault. And maybe I deserve this heartache. I need to let you know before it's too late.
I have always withheld my secrets from you. I've rarely told the truth. I put on brave faces, you've fallen for deceit. I've tried to convince myself of this love. For a while, I thought I'd been truly taken. So why is it that when it comes time for our action, I sheepishly back away...
I may say that I am giving you a second chance. My mind knows better. I am giving myself a second chance... a chance; probability. A gamble that I would ever love you.
What I hate most, is that you are perfect. Why do I crave the attention of a jerk? I have become what I hate. I am living proof, that nice guys finish last. Only, for once I'm not the nice guy.
I apologize for leading you on. I am completely sorry for lending you a false hope and a pretending heart.
And again I cower, this time hiding behind ink and paper. Too afraid to show my tears.
I cannot say 'love'.
SINCERELY,
A coward.