Are we meant to be?

The unsent love letters dedicated to my first love.

~I knew you could never like me - but I still wanted you. I wanted what I couldn't have. Miserable, isn't it? I'm a broken rose that needs love to stay alive - to survive. And after all this time, always - you are always on my mind. My muse that motivates me in writing and thinking, breathing and living; Was I never enough in your eyes? Or maybe I was, just not in the way I wanted? Why won't you heal my wounds that were caused by you?~