All the souvenirs are still around my house-still in their own special places. Even though they are painful to look at, I don't dare put them away for fear of letting go.

It's amazing what kinds of changes can take place in such a short period of time. It baffles me to look back, and see all the things so clearly now. Like most guys my age, I was, and always had been afraid of commitment. When you and I came together, I was nonchalant with our relationship. You meant everything in the world to me, but I just couldn't let you know that-not then. The two years we shared were pure and real. Aside from the typical and inevitable bickerings and disagreements, you and I found happiness in one another. So why did I say good-bye? I was afraid. I saw forever in us, and that frightened me. I wasn't ready for "forever".

Six months have passed by. You have moved on-burying yourself in school, work, friends and family. I tried to get over you. I tried everything imaginable. But all of my efforts have only resulted in more misery and sadness. This was a mistake. Lola, the whole thing was a mistake. Ironically, the hell that was our breakup has cured me of my fears. I'm not afraid anymore. For the first time in my life, I'm ready for "forever".

But, as with all great tragedies, I'm just a little too late. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I wasn't strong. I'm sorry I failed you. You were the one. You were my only one, and I let you go.

Now, all I have left are the souvenirs.