Sometimes I get mad at you.

You'll never know, since we don't speak, but sometimes... I get mad at you.

You can do so much more with yourself and your life.

You're smart, you're generous, you're nice, you sometimes have a good sense of humour... you have a good heart.

But you let your past so dictate your future, and I think that you could be happier. I really do.

I know, that happiness isn't going to be with me, and I accepted that a long time ago, but sometimes I still get mad at you. Not just for what happened or didn't happen between us, but because ... because you can do so much more.

But, who am I to say anything? I guess I just still care a little, much as I know I shouldn't. But at least I keep it to myself, right?