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<center>***A message to you***</center>  
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While writing this letter I am listening to the song Tell Your Heart To Beat Again. I feel like in a nonchalant phase trying to put up words. I couldn't bear the thought of not telling myself not to trip down memory lane. This metaphor "you only love them when you let them go" kept running through my mind. I don't know where this coming from but nevertheless I have slowly figured out the source of it. I eat, sleep, read, and require no participation on my part. I guess some of the signs of moving on is predominantly present at this time. The strong feeling of affection is gone. I can't even remember the day we started this crazy thing. I don't want to be labeled as red flag lover at all since I had no intention of fooling you. I couldn't be happier seeing you doing well with your chosen endeavor. I wish everything good for you. 

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<center>**Thanks for passing by and Godspeed! :)
_May the force be with us._**</center>
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