Did you think that I would change for you, that I would open up to you, a girl I met once three years ago? You "would rather have never loved at all than loved and lost", but you don't know love. You don't know me. To say you know me because you've read some of my work, without knowing the context or why, is like saying you understand how to paint a masterpiece because you saw a copy of a Monet once.
Do you realize how terribly naïve you are being? Do you see how insignificant this is on the path of life you walk? Your life is not in shambles because I don’t love you as you believe that you love me. Your life is in shambles because you want it to be. You want the drama, but only because you do not yet know that drama is not love. It takes no time to fall in love, but lifetimes to learn what love is. This is but a moment. Let it pass you by.