I've told him what I had to say.

Liking him is perhaps is worst ever encountered from the starting.
To letting him know about it.
To wishing well.
To saying goodbye and never wanting to keep in touch.

Goodbye is perhaps is most painful way to say I love you.

Perhaps it's because I refused to let him enter in my diary full of memoirs. I don't plan on it either. It's because I don't feel like it. I don't want to ever keep in touch because it will remind me of these moments. I hate feeling weak and vulnerable.

Who likes it?

Perhaps you do, D. Perhaps you do.