Look,you had a Lover before me. I had one too. I came to you to seek a healing to my aching heart,after my Lover parted. You took me in because you were broken as much as I was after your Lover parted too. You cannot tell me that you did not know how the real heart-break is like. You cannot tell me that you did not know how I felt,when you pushed me away. For every phone call you dropped,you cannot tell me that you did not know how I felt. For every message I sent,with no reply,you cannot tell me that you did not know how I felt. For every voice mail,that went unanswered,you cannot tell me that you did not know how I felt. Go on. Just turn your ship in to the deep and sail on. Put the sails up the mast. Let the winds drift you beyond. But this I beg of you: Never lose the thought you had,everytime you pushed me away...take it along with you. May it be your tears and fears of what is ahead of you. Just sail on until the tide wreck your ship...but,my Beloved,please know that,I will be on the shore to pick the wreckage. For all that you chose,to not do for me,know that I will do for you. If you think of calling,know that I will pick up. If you think of leaving a voice mail,know that I will return the call. If you think of sending a message,know that I would not hesitate to reply. But until that day...until that time,sail on my friend. And know that,when I see you floating with the wreckage,I will swim towards you...and help you out to the shore. And You will remain my closest friend. Forever.